The cinquain I wrote today:
love is
scented markers
scribbled on backs of hands
and you don't keep going back for
the scent.
This is from an exercise I did when I went to a free class at Gotham Writers' Workshop this evening:
Love goes to the bathroom
...and she's a squatter.
She grand-pliés over the seat
hoping she doesn't leave
it wet, like her counterpart
Heartbreak who also always leaves
the seat up.
love is
scented markers
scribbled on backs of hands
and you don't keep going back for
the scent.
This is from an exercise I did when I went to a free class at Gotham Writers' Workshop this evening:
Love goes to the bathroom
...and she's a squatter.
She grand-pliés over the seat
hoping she doesn't leave
it wet, like her counterpart
Heartbreak who also always leaves
the seat up.
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