
remember when these were our masterpieces that were hung on the fridge or on our bedroom walls, glorified for all to see? remember when we decided we had to be older?
remember when these were our masterpieces that were hung on the fridge or on our bedroom walls, glorified for all to see? remember when we decided we had to be older?
sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.
other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.
most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish
for a friend
i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek
in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your
submission for next year's prompts:
Use the NY Times Connections as a writing prompt! Take all 16 or one line of the words generated in there (before it's been solved) and use them in a poem or short story.
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