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I see myself sitting poolside, my pool boy in his tiny shorts skimming the cool blue water, and I ring a bell for someone to come bring me another iced tea. It’s so Gatsby. Though I am nowhere near the glitz, and nobody knows my name, don’t underestimate me. I’ll publish five books a year and...

I hardly recognize him. This isn’t the pimply, pockmarked face under greasy hair I remember from high school. This can’t be the guy who got spitballed and wedgie’d, who was tripped in halls, who had his lunch tray dumped on his lap. This can’t be that guy, because this guy is glowing. I see him in...

I’m going to take my nameoff the list of the ones waitingfor their person.I’ve found mine.The hunt has come to an end,because this one makes me feellike a baby bird under a wing, like the air we need to breathe. No wonder he leaves mebreathless and tongue-tied.When he holds me,all I want in the world is him....

As they died with a soft smile, the only thing I could feel was triumph. Then, the truth hit me like a bucket of cold water. I’d forgotten to ask for the key. I pulled at my chains, tugged at the huge lock, but couldn’t break free. I was trapped with their bodies and the vial...

It’s over, I say.Fast forward a few weeks later:yeah, not quite. We didn’t break up.We were just cleaning up the most recent mess. Today’s poetry prompt words were: fast forward, not quite, and cleaning up. Photo by Todd Mittens on Unsplash Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in...