napowrimo day 21

prompt 1 too complicated to summarize.

agua
i am
the ultimate snake,
my girth so seamlessly
curled into your kitchen bowl
that i’ve become this new thing—
“liquid”

your ladle
has scooped out my flesh,
but i am “fluid”—
my blood quickly fills the gap
in just a few ripples.

prompt 2 - poem about imperfection. i cut out the first stanza and the last two stanzas, lol. as such, no title, wot. i'm too lazy.

“I think you ought to make a journal.”

“A journal of what?”

“Of these things you say. A Captain’s Log.”

“But that’s always ridiculous.
You never know if you should be pretty
or pretty accurate.
And I can’t be both.”

“Well,
be pretty!”

“Then no one
will know what on
-Earth-
I’m talking about!”

“Well,
be accurate!”

“Then no one
will know
what is a figure
of speech or not!”

“Then be
both!
Add an appendix—
a glossary.”

“How bland!
How futile!
How dull!”

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