hour 8

i love how beet stains

a dark pink/purple hue

the color i would imagine blood to be

if i didn’t know it was blue

underneath this jacket of skin 

until a tremor of oxygen turns it

a dark rust red

the body a bayou 

an interdependent ecosystem 

a moist landscape

best traversed when familiar or by guide

we are not taught much 

about our bayous

i mean bodies

not about our elbows

or tastebuds or knuckles or gray matter

for that matter 

the lightbulbs of neural synapses 

cinnamon lights up my mouth

a heat that travels from tongue to tip of toe 

unfamiliar mechanics 

as unfamiliar as a bucket list made

with enough time to fulfill it

there is an elk that my grandma watches

from her window she can see it across the road

or maybe it’s a deer

hard to tell 

its’ shadow disappears behind the carport

4 thoughts on “hour 8

    1. thank you! i feel like i often frequent the same familiar words in my writing so i always love prompts like this with a hodgepodge of new words.

      thank goodness it’s a deer, i just looked up an elk and it would be a very different experience to see one of those across the street *laughing emoji*

  1. I love the topic and flow of this poem. Most of it is absolutely wonderful and witty but the last four lines change topic completely…If you must (due to word choice) mention elk or grandmother, perhaps talk about their anatomy if possible. I loved your exploration of body parts which we often don’t explore. Beautiful!

    1. thanks so much ingrid! i did have to include “elk” for the prompt and i love those suggestions for possible ways to edit the last lines to connect with the earlier ones!

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