Sunday, April 14, 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 9: POEM BASED ON A PROMPT BY ELIZABETH TREADWELL




TAINT

“Sir, having no disease, nor any taint
Nor old hereditament of sin or shame.”



My back slash is a source
of unintelligibilty.
My category confounds the wolf
and his pack. I sprout wings
to escape his predation. I taste like—

time’s up. 

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