Little pieces. Little sprung sonnets. That's what I have the attention span for right now. Please to enjoy.
One Possible Game
You stuff envelopes
with angry wasps
and when the timer goes off
you tear open your envelope
of angry wasps,
but what flies out
should be luna moths
and everything that failed
in your sister’s easy bake oven.
Now that would be a game,
right? Excitement, dexterity,
the kind of magic
that kids bring to a blank page
and a box of 64 crayons.
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