"137 from 113 = -Y"

"137 from 113 = -Y"

Today is day one-three seven,
yes, and I am on 
one-thirteen poems. 

What could I do to catch 
up, next? I should just run, 

outside

on roam
and spot

what sticks cut fine,
spike deep between two
eyes, enough to weep. Then 
I'd be all caught up tout suite!

A sweet deal, 
that, for all toujours. 
I'll go get wet! And
write 

downpours.