Hello poetry pen pals! How are you? Not a lot to say this week except Sophie’s poem and prompt from last week reminded me of this old poem I wrote about a stranger and New York and I think it’s been long enough that there’s enough new people here I can totally start rehashing my old work, right?
LUCKY DOG ♥️
Don’t know what’s on my bucket list until I do it so how do I know for sure you weren’t on it is what it is right cause blisters are anecdotes and bubble baths born again baptisms you’re lucky I like I walking cause you got me nowhere near there and by there I mean the address I gave you but it’s ok cause I like to fiddle with my feelings from time to ti me and in the end it’s all a big joke. Went to New York and all I got me was Benadryl and this lousy t-shirt.
Ok bbs, that’s all.
POETRY PROMPT: rehash the past
Xoxo
L
Playing with the enjambments giving me ee cummings vibes. Nice!