a smattering of things
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
what is the truth?
i don’t know
i don’t know
i really don’t know
do
you?
-rjm
prompt: what’s the truth? from escapril
a stray ember breaks free
sails through air
careless
bites the amber needles
of a tree on
the
way
down
to smolder in the sable tinder
that’s all it takes
fingers graze a
bare shoulder,
the ember
warm breath dances
over an ear,
the breeze
a vast wilderness of skin,
the tinder
the forest
engulfed
our
bodies
incandescent
-rjm
in praise of your arms
because i cannot think of anything other than the way the hair on your forearm catches the morning light, a star to rival the sun that rises behind the mountains. hark! the herald angels sing their praise when you unbutton your cuffs, flash a little wrist as you roll your sleeves up and up to reveal a sinner’s paradise; no amount of supplication or confession will ever be enough to atone for these impure thoughts of those arms capturing my hips, dragging me to the floor, and grinding me to dust again and again until i blow away in the hot exhalation of your sighs. in praise of your arms that do not hold me now, blessed be the day that they do,
yea and amen.
-rjm
prompt idea: “in praise of” from Amy Kay (Instagram)
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