When This Beetle Gets Eaten by a Frog, It Heads for the ‘Back Door’

may I interest you in a garden-fresh headline poem?

What’s up, nerds? Today I posted a random reel of me live-editing a poem and it is, how do you say? Tanking. LOL gotta love the sexy little game of cat and mouse that the IG algorithm loves to play with us. Flirty!

What else is new…hmmm…I got Dawson (my 9 month old CHONK of a son) a water table and TikTok told me to add a solar powered birdbath fountain and WOWZIEZ is it a hit.

Okay enough chitchat, let’s talk Frog butts!!! (If I had a dime!)

I must disclose that I committed my singular poetry bugaboo by using the phrase, “which is to say.” I don’t like to have pet peeves about an industry I sorta Koolaid-man’d my way into (MFA? I don’t know her) but to me, one of the key aims/perks of poetry is saying truths/feelings in a fresh, new way… so choosing to insert a sentence that’s like, “this is what i mean by that!” feels like it defeats the purpose. But nevertheless, I peeved. It just felt right after that jarring opener lol.

Here she is in all her glory!

Thanks for being here and being cute and I’ll sign off by translating what “ribbit” means when a frog says it: “Preorder Lyndsay's book so she can write another one!”

xx

Lynds