In The Morning

There she went mouthing off,
with a strange incendiary power
while wiping his forehead,
and invoked saints,
who always eavesdropped don’t they,
keeping a vigil.

In the morning,
his leg unctuous, unwrapped,
the liquifying tears,
dew on leaf. Adrienne burst into
the porch, saying brightly,
what have we here?

Prompt:

Day 7. You may begin to feel a bit lop-sided, what with writing and the heat pouring out of the sky. The day felt like a furnace. Your heart is a dull flame. You keep churning out words. You’d become hardened to this ritual. This repetition. What will save you? Something rings in your ear. What? You’ve discovered something. Well if you haven’t you ought to. Robert Brewer would have you tell us what you discovered. I mean, it doesn’t have to be a big thing. You don’t even have to say what you discovered, I swear.

In case you didn’t realize, my prompt is just so you can submit your poem to Red Wolf Poems, and submission there is the same as submission to Red Wolf Journal. Not confused? Good.

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