Here's a fun creative project I've just started.
Go to www.textsfromlastnight.com . Pick a random text.
Then, write a one page poem max which captures the events leading up to the text in question.
Here's my sample:
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He said we were over, wrote
my name on the condom he left in my car last night and said he’d always keep it
in case I came back. It was kind of romantic.
It was dark.
That pungent sort of night
Where the Santa Monica Pier
And the hammer of fog mix
together.
He tended bar in a velvet
jacket, disinterestedly. Sniffing the air
Way a cow predicts rain.
Locked eyes onto my faded
yellow dress,
And handed me a glass of
scotch, neat.
Same as the past thirty-seven
days.
A grey hair, his. First one,
than another,
As if agreed upon in a death
pact,
Fluttered onto the glass.
But he was twenty-three, he
was defiant
That he was twenty three.
Even when I held him naked
and unaware
And spied that sunken cradle
of bone between
His ribs.
This, this was all ritual and
reinforced,
Maintained without desire.
Kissing my sleeping husband,
A book in hand for a club
which didn’t exist.
The black Jetta, steering me
west,
The bar.
And him.
He wrenched his sad stare
into
Something which passed for
lust,
Removed the towel from his
shoulder,
Pointed to my car.
Muscle memory, rehearsed,
repeated.
And, as he opened up my dress,
Pecked my skin with cold,
brittle lips,
I cupped his face,
Asked him: How old are you?
And at that very question,
The spell, the weave of brief
fulfillment,
It was gone. We knew it.
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