small enough to fit on a yellow slip of paper with a sticky back.
a moment glimpsed, quickly captured with virtual ink.
(inspired by reading inner excavation by liz lamoreaux)
it is worth seeing
a girl – young enough to be my daughter –
introduces me to the glass-eyed man. he flips a silver dollar
with a flick of his wrist, and i fall; cascading towards the foaming waves.
One thought on “post-it note poetry”
love these words. yes yes yes.
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