Tagged: score

someone is keeping

stained with specks of juice –

when we meet, we score

when we meet, we score
our edges, cross-hatch the grooves,
make every attempt

to see eye-to-eye, or close
enough for understanding
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: cross-hatch

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
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it is tomato

under the shelter

we are required

loss is sometimes found

loss is sometimes found
in the folds of
bedsheets –
the score is always
uncertain, but
you know you
want to
play again
.
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