Hey, since Kat wants more prose poems, here goes. Also, maybe I'll start a new series of prose poems (bonus contest time: submit a topic via a comment on this post and maybe you'll inspire the new content of the prose poems).
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it was some summertime fun he road his hand up her leg and didn’t stop. she said, oh jesus you gonna, and then, and then. when she grew up like lazy grass, the river was her friend. so soft. oh god if I touch another person in this instance, it will all be the end of the record, the fin of the film, the gross collapse at the end of a long narration. and into darkness, oh into darkness. I am the flea of the back of the dog dying, just dying. a girl then says back to he that if it is children you need go in the distance and plant a seed in the dirt. I am not a field of a vision. all of the ending in my breasts, between my legs, yet still his hand eats and devours and climbs into the hot center of all thing.
also, I just wrote this poem!
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am a fork so dirt
the
girl
in the dress
on Broadway stripping
her knees
of the slip
go slip
go down a curb
of rain water in the South.
in love
all the time the
time
the kitchen sink is
emptied and
the kitten
leaves paw prints in the flower bed
she
sings
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A few topic suggestions: (Oh, this brings me back to the good ol' days.)
museums
hearing America singing
heat
Hieronymus Bosch
coffee shops
points of origin
Also, thank you for fulfilling my request. Is that a picture of Virginia?
Tell Erin she should write a prose poem, too.
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