Seniors… all out of date
and an assortment of loyalty cards
from shops she’ll never visit again
I know I should cut them into small pieces
toss them into the bin, but
it feels like I’m throwing away
part of her.
|Friday Flash Fiction||
This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.