The biggest challenge of NaPoWriMo, besides the whole “write 30 poems in 30 days” bit, is that by its very nature this means you don’t get to enjoy the afterglow of having written a poem you like, or get to work making it better. The blankest of blank pages awaits you every single day. Revision is a sort of reward for having braved the void. I suppose that’s what May will be for.
The format of today’s poem has been completely wrecked by WordPress. That’s how it goes.