Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXVII
Give us one page of a book, story, or poem of yours. If it's a poem, it can be up to two pages. We don't care if it's already something you posted. For the big, fat $100, put up your picked page or poem. Winner will be chosen by Prose.
Buying for Two
With you, the axle-rachet
I spin around,
my fingers twitching on cantaloupe,
pinching bloated cukes,
pinching your soft bulge--
pocket, without drinking whiskey,
risking trapped claw in your maw,
the crab’s catch.
Then your nose skittishly lowers,
just over cart’s edge, you zip
slish-slosh slippering
down the alleyways,
kamikaze toward fruit loops,
milk duds and cock-a-doodle crackers,
snaps, pops and chips.
My wonder boy.
My bread-and-butter man, five spice
for relish and soapsuds
for the ring-around-the-collar holler
price check from clerk. Crowd
never alters our balance,
never hush-mushes the laughter
never cancels the clatter
of my axle-rachet spin at stop and shop.
Afterward, all I know--
we got the goods.
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