(I wrote this from the last prompt yesterday and wanted to post today!)
She listened with one eye closed. I devoured with one nostril open.
She minueted around the flat, flattening F and sharping E.
I felt my drowsy way through an epidermal ellipsis, while sharpening porous
pencils pleasing no-one.
She was bicuspid, pigeoning parkways and bifurcating bicycles.
Ramrod that I am, yammered endlessly, “where’s the remote?”
August cool, undoing, notorious for the misanthrope.