Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thigh story (25 words, 160 characters)
His single kidney split into two. Hissing. Flowed on his thighs. Yellowed. Dried, his thighs look like the lottery ticket. Don't eat your pretzels from it.