Acoustic Doesn’t Take Selfies

 
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