Tuesday, August 17, 2010


she licked the beaters
after mixing the last bit
of flour into the cake

it tasted so good to her
it tasted so good to her
the chocolate coated
the inside of her mouth

you can see it by how
she smiles as she licks
her lips as she puts
the beaters into the wash

happy, carrying dreams
of chocolate to her small
twin bed.

This poem was prompted by "write a poem imitating the style of William Carlos Williams". The poem I chose was "To a Poor Old Woman".  

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