Here are eleven new words for you to play with today.
papaya
clicks
torso
flipping
lunch
tear
hum-colored
pocket
toothpick
12:40
poems
If they capture your imagination, add your writing in the comments section below.
Here are eleven new words for you to play with today. papaya clicks torso flipping lunch tear hum-colored pocket toothpick 12:40 poems If they capture your imagination, add your writing in the comments section below.
Robin Reagler 
Response to “Open 5”
LUNCH POEM #171
lunch clicks by,
a papaya and
a toothpick in
my pocket signal
poems like everything,
flipping 12:40 in the
flipping afternoon,
my torso ribs sore from
that hum-colored
pocket nazi futon
Jamie sold me,
fucked upon a thousand
times but I can’t seem
to tear myself away from it,
why *is* that?