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+title: Exasperated
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Stark Raving
+    css: stark
+    order: 8
+    next:
+    - title: The Death Zone
+      link: death-zone
+    - title: Boy on the bus
+      link: boy_bus
+    prev:
+    - title: AMBER alert
+      link: amber-alert
+    - title: The Death Zone
+      link: death-zone
+...
+
+I didn't write this sestina yesterday. \
+It's the first time I fell behind in my task \
+and hopefully, the only time it will. \
+This means that today I must write two \
+sestinas. If I don't write them today, I \
+will have to write two later down the line.
+
+Although I feel I'm slogging through each line \
+I think I'm doing better every day, \
+though maybe this is wishful thinking: I \
+showed my friend my just-completed task \
+two days ago (my God, was it two \
+entire days? I've no idea what I'll
+
+do after thirty-nine days. I think I'll \
+feel like Inigo Montoya, who'd been in the line \
+of revenging for so long, he didn't know what to \
+do with the rest of his life), and he deigned \
+to be polite, but I could tell the task \
+was hard for him. He told me finally that I
+
+had made a noble effort, but that ultimately I \
+failed. So my question: when will \
+I be a decent sestina writer? For this is my task. \
+Maybe if I just keep cranking out line after line \
+I'll finally figure it out. Maybe one more day \
+or another week will do it, or maybe I'll need two,
+
+or maybe it'll never happen. Maybe a sestina's too \
+involved, too much weaving of words too fine, and I \
+will never write a good one, even on my best day, \
+even if I employ all my skill and all my will. \
+I'm not used to writing poems with thirty-nine lines, \
+that must be the problem, must be why this task
+
+is Herculean. He only had to finish twelve tasks, \
+and I have one less one thousand, five hundred twenty-two, \
+and it's nothing but complaining lines \
+about how hard it is to be a person. I \
+am getting sick of myself with these poems, and will \
+soon be loathe to get out of bed every day.
+
+But I tasked myself with this, which may be the worst I \
+ever do to myself. I thought a poem NaNoWriMo would \
+be fun, would line my resume, give me something I could publish someday.