Three Days of Doubt (a Poem for Day Three of the April 2016 PAD Challenge)

The prompt for Day Three was to take the phrase "Three (blank)" and fill in the blank. 

Doubt Never Tasted This Good

Three Days of Doubt

Three days of doubt added up
to dreams of fall
                         i
                       n
                         g
into last night’s sticky
smashed spaghetti noodles
clinging to my back
alley dumpster, added up
to love gone
through wash and dry, left
shredded and pilled
all over my favorite comfy man
                                                    ’s sweat
                                                               pant

                                                                      s

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A Round Conversation (a Poem for Day Two of the April 2016 PAD)

It’s April! Yes, that means it’s time for another April PAD Challenge with Robert Lee Brewer (of Writer’s Digest). 

The challenge has a new format this time and (not related to the new format) I’m already behind. In any case, here is my attempt at the Day Two poem, write a “he said, she said” poem. I guess I had R. D. Laing on the brain.

We Go Round and Round

A Round Conversation

She stretched
out on the couch.
“Why isn’t sharing my
artificial dreams enough?”

“Because everybody”
—he yawned—
“ends up more captivating
naked, running home—”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry?”

She winked. “Want to live
in these pages?”

“Ask me about a free mirror
look, the reality . . . decreases
the ability to provide
temporary relief, make—”

“Love?” She smiled.

He shook his head. “Make
your . . . space . . . your own.”

A hummingbird hovering
outside caught her eye. “Why
are you so official? It’s unnatural.”

“Wasn’t it you that asked me about
your artificial dreams?”

“Yes, but what does that even mean?”
she asked. “I was just testing you.”

“It means we can talk about two different
things but think we mean the same.”

“Forget it. Just kiss me, and maybe 

I will captivate you.”

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