The Termites, Version Two

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The Termites

I blame it on the termites.
I can hear them rustling at night.
In the morning I can’t find my stuff.
My thoughts, so coherent the evening before, lose all structure.
Things i wrote in my notebook during those dark hours make no sense.
some letters are missing and i can’t read my handwriting



This, second version, of The Termites is the result of some silly experimenting I did during Week 2 of How Writers Write Poetry.

And here's the original version:


I blame it on the termites.
I can hear them rustling at night.
In the morning I can’t find my stuff.
My thoughts, so coherent the evening before,
lose all structure.
Things I scribbled in my notebook
during those dark hours
turn to gibberish.
Some letters are missing
and I can’t read
my handwriting.