circle: the roundedness of a
marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,
meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect
eternity
of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone
remarking how winglike our shoulders were;
love: circle.
square: the machine-cut cube
of perfection and almonds in the form of delight,
Turkish delight, glittering like gelatin lip gloss; a
childish drawing of a house pinned to the fridge,
everyone was once foolish;
freedom: square.
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.
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
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
Comments
The metaphorical language in this piece is so lovely! I'm here for your interpretation of the two shapes described in such a new, creative light.
Thank you so much!
Log in or register to post comments.