Pieces of Happy

a poem in response to this prompt by Anita Rajan for Chalkboard

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

“One more…?”

An upturned question, posed as lilting statement over pleading eyes, blue pools languidly backstroking to remind me of my slow motion failures in the very utterance of the word no, passed over turns in a wave of politeness, the freestyle of an upturned chin, and that butterfly smile beneath the spatters of freckles that I swear could murder a thousand kittens in cold blood as my wrist moves of its own accord, knife sidestrokes carve her starry hopes, and moondreams drop onto the plate with her second helping of rainbow cake.

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