Prompt Words: High, Metrophobia- Irrational fear of poetry, Freudian Slip, Crouch, Eggs, Peach, Tonight, Shock, Slip, Know, Twist, Body
Never, no way ever
Among all her diagnoses
Was the slightest degree
Of metrophobia recorded
In any shrink’s notes, files.
Even after shock therapy—
Which jerked her body but
Failed to twist and tweak
Her brain into improved
There was no sign her poetic
Bent was negatively affected.
That was good to know, Dr Crouch
Opined, as though it meant she was
Up to snuff; she had a peachy-keen clean
Bill of health, no symptoms of being
‘Crazy as a loon’…he apologized for the
She left the final session feeling
Mildly high; for dinner she cooked
Scrambled eggs on toast, before
Slipping into baggy sweats.
She was ready to write a poem
She’d titled, “Tonight”:
Tonight I know
This is my lot
Glad, but more so
If I forgot
They steal mind’s ease
Contrive, and thrive ~
ZACK & ZELDA/Breathing Shallow Poetry, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.
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