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<\/p>\nPlinky Prompt: Write a 10-line poem about your neighbor. Too good to pass up.<\/p>\n
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“We’re neighbors” is how the conversation starts.
\n“More like family, really” is what we silently say.
\nIn the chip aisle, we are eye to eye
\ncontemplating options, of the corn and marriage variety.<\/p>\n
Sharing clothes, advice, food, hearts, minds.
\nHaving moments of clarity
\nand moments of, “what the fuck am I doing here?”
\nand moments that are perfect, and will always, always be calm.<\/p>\n
she is my LA good feeling, my summer wind, lightly falling across my heart.
\nand always, I will ask her for a cup of sugar (or coffee.) always.<\/p>\n
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Plinky Prompt: Write a 10-line poem about your neighbor. Too good to pass up. “We’re neighbors” is how the conversation starts. “More like family, really” is what we silently say. In the chip aisle, we are eye to eye contemplating … Continue reading