the summer spent in Maine
I never experienced
my skin’s a lobster today
and he drinks wine now
I used to buy fresh produce
on the side of the road
they go to the farmer’s market on Sundays
she holds his balls, but he still can’t cook
bland, tasteless moments
it was 20 to Life, but I got out early
Day 11 of #NaPoWriMo
This prompt challenges you to play around with the idea of overheard language.
I took creative license here, not off prompt exactly, but not funny, haha— meh, this is what I came up with.
Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem:
One Boy Told Me
