‘Oh, don’t mind him.’
She waves her hand
serenely through the air
the breeze of his passing the only sign
in its wafting of her hair
And the drawn-out chuckle
from Mr. Sloth in the corner
whose slow smile shows supreme satisfaction
at their son’s apparently
hypersonic action
i can definitely see the fiction in your poetry writing. Quite a mix if you ask me. Younique 👌💯