Place an order for staples
put it on the steering wheel
flaps in the blowing A/C
adjacent lane, car comes to sudden stop
thud and crunch
head is whipped forward
post-it note unmoved.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Place an order for staples
put it on the steering wheel
flaps in the blowing A/C
adjacent lane, car comes to sudden stop
thud and crunch
head is whipped forward
post-it note unmoved.
Um, I don’t get this. I want to! I always hated it back in the day when others would immediately understand poetry and I would be scratching my chin, wondering what I missed. Please explain this to me. It’s probably quite simple and in my unclear head I am just not getting it right now.
It’s like I can feel myself coming to an abrupt stop…just like the main character in your poem. The unmoved post it note is…visually stunning. Well done