NaPo #30: Metro
Metro And he sat down on the edge of my jacket, then looked at me startled when I tugged it out, the drag of the zipper odd under his khakied thigh. And then I looked up and his eyes were like does’...
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Bird ID
Terrible pictures, but you can see the tail end of a grey bird with a black tail that is at the far side of the suet feeder, to the left.
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Scorch When were we going to call the guy in again with his potional chemicals– some sort of injection to save the leaves? He said it wouldn’t die and he’s right so far. Not dead. Maybe dying. There’s...
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Postseason When it’s your boys, when they are yours you hope just for them to run off the field with heads high. You hope for nothing but the shininess of pride, the quick gold glitter of no mistakes,...
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Cockatrice Here is where the pillows are sweet with sweat and hair and the nest of the bed hatches something in the night. This bestiary now, bring in that one to let me be so still.
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Face I could only see the edges of his, only something grey like a foam of vomit that could have been a foam of vomit between the heavy copse of dark-panted legs. Passersby. No, that was my role...
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Leaves I spent March single, spent a lot of time in Target, wishing I had grabbed a cart instead of one small basket. All the things I ever buy there weigh too much. I spent time poking at my Amazon...
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Metro And he sat down on the edge of my jacket and looked at me startled when I tugged it out, the drag of the zipper odd under his khakied thigh. And I looked up and his eyes were like does’ eyes and...
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As ants go There’s something too deceitful in it, too like Fido playing fetch, a rotor tail of happiness. And back the stick comes through a swamp or thornbush. Formicaries fail from poison offered...
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