Maybe close to midnight after playing
Cards Against Humanity isn’t the best
time to write a poem.
My mind moving in all directions
forbidden pots opened up and stirred
swirling with laughter and impossible images,
a table full of jokes and remarks
some of which later, I’ll wish I’d written down
one more night of Hindman happiness
knowing the best poems will come
when I leave with my head and heart
filled up with this place.