Red Rogue

by | Jul 17, 2021 | Meg Tuite July Day 2

(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.

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