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i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill

from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun

right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me

show not tell, now i struggle to not make everything an adverb -- a simile -- 

metaphors without end or meaning. i suppose i'll pick up the pen

& try it at least, red no rough no yellowish no blemished no beautiful

why is this so hard? they told me adjectives make the world go round

perhaps you've got some other sphere-ifying method, perhaps writing

prompts are simply meant to be followed not

philosophized upon. here, try some -- sweet nothings & all these describing

words taste like honeycrisp & a september i thought i'd forgotten.

ugh, i'll just use your name.