Prompt - Day 2

For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem in which you look at something from a different angle. For instance, a chef could go out to eat at a restaurant where he’s not the chef, or a short person can look at the world from the vantage point of a tall person (maybe with the help of stilts or a stool or something). The predator could become the prey. The photographer could become the photographed. And so on and so forth.



Long Island Thrift

i am inside the drawer
the left one at the top of the dresser
the wooden dresser where the girls kept their scissors and loose tiddly winks and crayons
all the games done being played
dried playdo face and messy mixing cup
and so here a spare church key, a spare car key
- essential tools for getting out
flutter-covered in construction paper with a pumpkin shape cut out
through which i see the living room ceiling
no one peeking in

i am crumpled near the back of the drawer
with back of the drawer fallen out
or taken out and it is like an elevator shaft from here down and down behind drawer and drawer
behind addresses, stamps, and addresses changed, invitations, checkers
stuck together and capless pens
behind place settings and plastic fruit,
behind writing, serious and clear
down in blackness
to the bottom where the tucked bottles rattle again
as the dresser is finally disturbed from its place
(a necklace sparkles there underneath - oh there!)
the dresser lifted (by who?) and emptied (where am I now?) and driven
somewhere else
to contain and organize
a brand new story.

cleaned.
scent of old wood.
antique.