I wolf whistle, lowly.
Two fingers pushed between parted lips, touching tongue.
And, I wonder…
Why do people need writing prompts?
They preempt.
Suggestions not needed.
Explicit requests enjoyed, nonetheless.
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“You think I was talking about you?” he asks.
“It doesn’t matter. I heard you, anyhowl,” I say.
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This, something, but, not just anything.
Head hazy open because it is heavy.
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An attractive, not unwelcome, nuisance.
Needing to be handled. Straightened out.
Make hard to render malleable.
Remade and dripping.
Thumb it your mouth, moth.
Carry your hardwood.
I can carry the water.
I still thumb the pebble you once cast to me.
Wow, writtencasey. Simply, wow xo
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Happy belated Great Conjunction/New Year, nickreeves. Xo
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