One Hundred Words

(I)

She plucks me tenderly
the heart strings of her harp

(II)

I am the forgotten jigsaw piece
underneath
her polished fingernail

(III)

The overweight cat bathes itself on broken blue rocking chair

(IV)

Thursday
wishing it was Friday
and I’m already dreading Monday

(V)

Open arms routine
throwing away
the random and the new

(VI)

Perspective is a glass debating the volume of its contents

(VII)

Exactly
how many minutes am I worth
of yr time

(VIII)

Just realized on Thursday that we had tacos on Tuesday

(IX)

Run out of ideas
I am ice-picking your brain

(X)

Throat’s raw with overindulgence
still
like the taste of blood

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Poems inspired by dVerse Poets Pub’s “tenWord” poetics prompt.