she greeted letters instead
of people
hello ell
face rounding—
yellowing—
eyes spasmodically winking , and frankly
it was a bit unsettling.
hitching rides
with the sky,
she pardoned Christians
positing philosophies along scenic backdrop
–but only if she truly
liked
the image
the message not as important
looking constantly at door missing doorbell
~and Window missing wind~
ears ringing though she brooked no punches…
she bit nails
chewed them like cud,
save the opposable digit.
This she filed,
nested, and polished–
releasing clippings incrementally
to fit in with the cowed.
by Karen Robiscoe
daily prompt: turn it off
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