My Joy -- first day poetry magic from LHSP 230

Hey y'all.  Here is the poem we wrote together in class today, in case you'd like to preserve it for posterity:

My joy is multilayered.

My joy’s shape is not formulaic.

My joy casts shadows.

My joy has freckles.

You could break my joy, somehow.

You could throw it against something more

dense than itself,

explode it,

crush it.

My joy is misshapen and ugly.

My joy reminds me of the brain.

My joy would leave a bruise.