Okay, I really wrote this response to readwritepoem in minutes inspired by Linda's superior piece. I relate to her day. I'm embarrassed that this might be beyond emulating but I like the sounds of the piece, and when I have time, I might revisit it to make a honest poem of it. Please be kind, I'm an artist. I'm sensitive.
I tumbled over the side and uneasily tilt upwards
almost always just shy of toppling back over.
Brush my teeth while thinking of new posts
and e-mails and those thank-you notes
I haven’t written yet.
I toggle all day until I arrive home and yeah-
toggle all night till I tumble over sideways,
almost face downward, curl my feet round
each other and toggle in my head
till finally I fall asleep.