Third exercise was to write a poem completely comprised of questions. I wrote this one.
Darken the Frosting
Should I use butter cream or fondant today for the cake?
How on earth is it already four o’clock?
Now, where did I put that cake knife?
Hello? Yes, speaking?
Why is this bowl so slippery?
No, he’s not… may I take a message?
Hello? Hello?
A lady just called inquiring… Why do you look so defensive?
Of course I’m making this for today. Isn’t it his birthday?
What is the matter with lavender frosting?
What do you mean, “Is Callahan a girl?”
Is Ms. Froid a man?
Oh, so you want me to darken the frosting? How?
Do you even understand how hard it is to roll fondant?
No one’s gonna tease Callahan about this cake… Really,
What is the matter with lavender frosting?
Oh please, don’t throw it away! Don’t you know how hard I’ve worked?
Please, please… Just, who’s Ms. Froid?
Someone from work? Oh, okay…
So am I just someone from the bank?
Can’t you help me clean up this mess?
Someone’s gonna slip and fall on this butter cream!
Oh, you’re leaving? When will you be back?
Samuel? Samuel?
Can I still use the fondant today for the cake?
Why is this cake knife still out?
Why so slippery?
Did it touch my wrists?
Oops.
Unpublished Material, ©2012 Cali Digre
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Thursday, February 2, 2012
Sunday, March 27, 2011
SUPER LATE
Hello all-
So.. I was traveling again this weekend and it was all hectic and stuff, so I couldn't get in a post yesterday or today (technically). But here it is finally. I got a middle seat on a very obnoxious flight. So much to write about.
22B
Between Movement
And Vision,
I have neither.
Both’s passive derision
Implies any improvement.
I’d bide with either.
In forced freedom
From the glass pane
Or the aisle,
I find my simplest bane
Is watching the greed some
People rile.
So simple if they
Could not make me watch
Their little lives
And little hearts blotch
My life. Have I something to say
About how their life drives?
All I hear are dismembered
Words and phrases that
Mean nothing to me.
Tweens scream like a cat
That has just remembered
It is free.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
So.. I was traveling again this weekend and it was all hectic and stuff, so I couldn't get in a post yesterday or today (technically). But here it is finally. I got a middle seat on a very obnoxious flight. So much to write about.
22B
Between Movement
And Vision,
I have neither.
Both’s passive derision
Implies any improvement.
I’d bide with either.
In forced freedom
From the glass pane
Or the aisle,
I find my simplest bane
Is watching the greed some
People rile.
So simple if they
Could not make me watch
Their little lives
And little hearts blotch
My life. Have I something to say
About how their life drives?
All I hear are dismembered
Words and phrases that
Mean nothing to me.
Tweens scream like a cat
That has just remembered
It is free.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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