I have hundreds of words clinging to the doors of my refrigerator. I had fun with them for a while but now I just wait for people to come over and leave me messages. They always end up dirty or disturbing; no one has even come close to a haiku or short poem.
I’m going to take pictures of the good ones whenever I get a chance. This one sucks, but you get an idea of the material I’m working with. I don’t know who left this one.