Ragtag Daily Prompt: Wrest
Anrea Kowch 1986
In the Distance
I do what I am supposed to do-
I am polite
I am punctual
I do not throw things when I am angry
I do not buy things when I am sad.
I do not run red lights, I do not push my way to the front of the line.
I do not chew food with my mouth open.
I am simple, predictable, boring.
If there was ever a moment when I could have been wild, done something reckless
stayed out all night and walked home with my shoes in my hand
laughing about that crazy night with the stray dog who followed me home
with it’s head tilted slightly to the side, snickering the way dogs do
that glorious unlived time has passed and laughed at me as it strolled by.
For: November Writing Prompts #1- Sweet Chaos
I’ve inched through life
crawled through countless days
watched the time fly, watched it stop, heard it roar like a beat up truck with a
broken muffler and then die
at the end of the drive with a plastic lawn jockey , missing an eye
and beaming a gritty mossy smile.
I’ve watched people walk, got out of their way as they ran for the door
without as much as a cherry goodbye or a heartfelt go to Hell.
Sometimes I went along for the ride, sometimes I was pulled out by the tide and tossed
around like a leaf by the wind, by the rain
looking for that drain in the road to
send me home.
My life has been
like a wad of gum stuck
on the bottom of a dog’s paw, a cat’s claw
picking up gunk and fuzz
everyone knows it’s there but nobody wants to touch it.
I asked him if he was lost
he said he was
I asked him if he was hungry
he said he was
I asked him if he wanted help
He asked me my name
and I said
my name is