30 days of prompts: days 27 & 28
Happy Sunday!
You’re getting two prompts in one day, again, since I missed yesterday’s. I’m keeping my Saturdays for myself. Hehe.
Day 27: Prompt
Write a poem where the title’s a question.
Day 28: Prompt
Write a lessons-learned poem.
A quotation:
The same way the ghost enters—
humbly—the brittle hardware
of our bodies, or hidden fires hum
in all the wires of the house,
shuttling what we live by.
-Sunni Brown Wilkinson
Randomly:
A title I admire, courtesy of Jeanann Verlee:
He Wants to Know Why Sometimes in the Face of Conflict I Neither Fight nor Flee, but Instead Go Disconcertingly Mute, Eyes Locked Ahead Like Some Sad Dead Thing Looking off into the Empty of Its Own Future
Tweets:
it’s astonishing that, without fail, if a tweet goes over 1K you immediately get complete strangers responding to it as if the two of you have had a lifelong beef that you’re only just finding out about
pete buttigieg grew his whole self in a lab to be a perfect candidate and by the time he fully congealed we were like “we don’t really like this kind of thing anymore”
Do you ever go for a walk round H&M and be like ah yes the only 2 ways anyone can dress, Office worker and Olivia Rodrigo
One of the surviving kids on CNN: I used to want to be a police officer, but now I want to be a surgeon so I can help people.
I love half reading a tweet, liking it and then realizing it's the worst fucking take I've ever seen
Once one of my cis friends asked me how my partner and I have sex if I no longer get erections and I felt like I owed her an apology for her sex life.
& as always, I hope you’ll consider buying some books or art or zines or giving me attention on Instagram. No pressure, though.
See you tomorrow—
-Despy Boutris