not sure why I only post here when this poetry challenge thing is a going but that seems to be how it is.
the prompt: For today’s prompt, write a what he said and/or what she said poem. Maybe he or she said a rumor; maybe he or she gave directions; or maybe he or she said something that made absolutely no sense at all. I don’t know what they said; rather, each poet is tasked with revealing that knowledge.
Morning News
She said Uncle Spink had a missile silo
buried in his dairy farm and he received
small checks every month for his whole life for the inconvenience.
He said he lived in this French village -
that this, right here, was the beam he would
knock his head on accidentally - when he was AWOL. This very beam.
She said the top floor was where the officers stayed
and that the dirt on their boots made her life
a misery. Sometimes she still thinks they are there, bumping around.
He didn't say much, but muttered, "Goddamn. Goddamn."
whenever Nixon would speak, the spots on his own hands and the tremble
more visible every day. His fishing boots were folded away, his wife - different. Still sweet.
She said, "There has been terrorist activity downtown."
I looked out the window and saw a bright blue sky
and a robin hopping in the scrub. I met the eye of my neighbor who has since died.
He said, "There is no doubt civilians have been killed."
She said, "I can't just leave the county."
He said, "Hang onto my neck."
I said, "Where are we going?"
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