Friday, April 6, 2012

NaPoWriMo: April 6, 2012


Please, nuisance, mark your patch.
Kite, there’s an expression for people like you.
It’s not for mixed company.
Puddle, buy me diamonds. Buy me soul food.
Stick, make that gesture more fluid and more advanced.
Yesterday I came to the pond because I’m obsessed with absolution.
It keeps exploding next door.
New York City and what we once were, glitter dyad.
I keep working hard, working it, working for a living.
I shouldn’t have said that.
And then, the reveal.
Dry, she said.
Coat, I know you, coat. I know you’re the jealous type.
The gigolo keyed my frock.
Credit card, open wide. 

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