the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy? plutocracy oligarchy flip the sign around HANDS OFF APRIL FIFTH (and all the days but our shrieks have been reduced to back alleys theatre seats and april fifth screams) oh mercy on our souls no sh*t I think pink jumpsuit red lip & nails chipped with rage oh mercy & hands off
Posted in response to the challenge National Protest.
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
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