A chance encounter,
A new friend, a new horizon,
Changing life's canvas.
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Serving a Burnt dish
At the grocery store, there they are again. The people who come with a hot dish to serve. Shoot their gun at me. A poor little house wife they underestimate. My apron is bulletproof and the bullet bounces right off. I pull the lipstick out of the pocket of the apron. it is actually a one shot pistol. A smaller bullet than theirs that hits them. they cry to everyone about it, leaving out the part where they tried to shoot me with a bigger bullet. They could barely handle the serving of my warm dish after they tried to throw a burnt one at me.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 days ago in Poets
Lap Cat
My nose is dripping, and Delia is tracing her fingers through my hair. Her husband is shirtless by the microwave, heating up leftovers from New Year's Eve. In 60 seconds, I'll be shoving mouthfuls of risotto between my quivering lips like a child and picking at semi-stale dinner rolls. Then, I'll pass my plate to one of their three Tabby cats (whom I can never tell apart) and let him/her/them (?) lick it clean.
By Erin Latham Sheaa day ago in Fiction
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nice
Great poem of change and newness.