A revised publication of Hips
“I know her favorite color,
what books she reads,
what she would choose on Netflix.”
She knew what he assumed.
She gazed beyond her reflection on the rectangle glass. A dog-eared notebook slept on her lap swaying gently with the rhythmic turning of gears. She let the world behind the glass tell her its story; a flipbook…
Revision for Prompt #1
I am from droughtwhen the lake sinks low enoughto purloin green gloaming views,steeple and market remainingwhere the dam had submerged them.
