i knew it was over
when
my back began to straighten
each time
i felt his touch
my heels began walking toward the rack
with cast iron frying pans
every time he said the word
quatorzain
and the man forced out so many safely spaced little sonnets
every sentence done to death
he always found a fucking reason
to say the word
quatorzain
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Nicely done. I like the juxtaposition of the word “quatorzain” with the image of “cast iron frying pans”. Very nice.
Thank you! It is a fun little diddy…certainly delightful in the writing.
that’s right
I looked her straight in her optical orbs
and I said . . .
I said . . . .
I said . . . . quator
zane
And just like that, she remembers why she loved him…
laughter is to the spirit what coffee is to the mouth-hole
and bourbon
working 58-hour weeks doesn’t leave a lot of time for that . . .