doing word finds w/ my feet & mouth

08 Nov, 2025

Listening to: Water Warrior - Eagle Feather and Aida Mendoza 🎵

Prompt: "Write a poem set in a mall that no longer exists in this timeline. The woman, sipping her smoothie, realizes the mannequins are mouthing her affirmations back to her — but slightly improved."

i'm an eighteen hour stanza
for that
emma curtis hopkins-type
of woman.

i'm a sweaty orchid
rayon scarf
for that chunky
chenille throw-type.

that room temp
florence
nightengale-moralez.

will she even
know?

how many times
we didn't call
this week.

(calling doesn't make me feel good.)

listening is BRUTAL.
taste like Mrs. Dash with the
green cap.

i can hear her smile.
(its metallic, cloying
mercury-tainted)

dry décolletage,
lost bible

misplaced children,

vaccine dementia
death loopz.

she's never heard of schumann.
we all understand
like. "everyone knows!"

davidsbündlertänze

would cure
what ails this broad.

all broads
wish they knew DAUGHTER
better LMAO!

another set of
paper sheets 2 the wind :o)