COLLABORATION by Amy Dunlap and Alex Burgoyne
Hot, not as red, just
above warm. In my belly
and my toes and nose.
A little bit uneven.
A little bit intriguing.
Hot, er than orange.
In my eyes and my head and
in my heart. Engulfs.
Glows.
Knows.
Wincing the night away.
I get knocked down, sun gets me
up again, again.
Her hair and my teeth.
My tack and her tea.
We exist a screen
to filter waste. Various
chasms to full-fill.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself to death.
He is filled of full.
Here is a man, doomed
to repeat himself t
WordPress has a weekly writing challenge found HERE.
I have, thus far, successfully participated two weeks in a row.
WordPress has a weekly writing challenge found HERE.
I want to say that I’ll participate in it weekly, but I’m sure I’ll forget sometime. In any case, here is my submission for this week.
My dad has his dad’s
dad’s hand drill. Someday I will.
Passed down through ages.
#drillingholesforwires
#littleelbowgrease
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