The prompt for these two poems included the entire class. We went around in a circle (there are about 17 of us) and read our favorite line of one of the poems we have written. We all wrote them down and had to pick two. Those lines had to become the first line of two different poems. I have underlined the first lines that were written by someone else.  This class is dedicated entirely to reading and writing poetry. While in that class, many incredible writers surround me, professor included. Very impressive.

BLANK ME

It was beautiful this morning,

when everything was dead.

Now it’s all fucked up and

you shake my shoulders and

my skull hits my brain

twice too many.

So they lie me in a bed

with bars on the sides and

sheets too white and

say it’s shock.

And I stay that way,

even when I sleep in my

own blue, barless bed.

Everything is still fucked up,

and I think I might be too.

VIRGINIA

It’s an odd compilation

between rustic and electric.

Acres of corn, sweet and shallow

surround the dilapidated barn,

alight with heat and flame.

July, unapologetically hot.

Ash blisters off the incinerating stables,

glittering against scars.

Voice vacant on the air,

her thin lips white.

The wind sidles through

the charred windows,

dripping with heat,

as she walks back,

into the hollow house.

More soon!

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit