What, go outside?
Plague shack, baby, plague shack.
Na/GloPoWriMo Day Fifteen asks us to use our favorite kind of music for our inspiration. I’m feeling rather flat creatively today, but this phrase has been running laps in my inner soundtrack for hours. Maybe there will be more later – I don’t want to write a copy of the song, but I have an itch that says this could find a way into a pantoum or triolet. Maybe later.