A Poem Like A Bank Account's Pin Poem by Julia Luber

I am considering writing poems for each and every chapter of my fiction;
I will have to get scrutinous, exacting, diligent, and excellent with diction.
I will have to read everything I have written. Figure out what it's most about,
get the editing litten.

I went into such an altered state in writing that saga; no rootedness in this world-
not even Lady Gaga. I was so alone and completely out there in writing that. I don't
know when I had time to eat or how I got fat. I had a thousand paperback books strewn
all over my living room. And if you walked in, it looked like you had come into doom.

I had the whole place set up as if to only write in.
As if plain living were some kind of sin.
I went out there, and went out there, and wrote, wrote, wrote.

I did not drink coffee or even smoke.

All my energy was dictated by my fiction writing you see-all my instincts and
all my memory.

But now I have to Edit, Edit, Edit. And I don't know how to get back 'IN'!
So I think the easiest way to go about it will be to enter a poem, like
a bank account's pin.