Waiting in line at Starbucks, gleaming rows of pastries beckoning behind the glass, Jarvis felt something loosening — and clamped his fists against the terror.
Writing Prompt #1
Her face was concave, like it had been mashed in by the butt-end of a fork and people never used to smile at her until she got fake tits.
Wednesday Words – verbs misplaced are poetry
THESE
gleeful emotions, sonorous and
profound: words words words
trippingly tapping
my tongue, Lolita –
Alone in my apartment forever,
full and empty now no words to punish,
nor doubt dismember
just glee, glee, glee –
the delight of
rustification
and
Mephistopheles,
the triumph of
fidelity
and Calaban:
a sycophantic hieroglyph
indelible, at ease –
such nonsense gibberish,
love.
