Hog Stew, Krispy Kremes, and Ann Voskamp
The quicksand tried to swallow me.
Then the train came
and an elephant held out his trunk.
When I grasped it, it wiggled into a rainbow’d snake
that flung me into the red Corvette convertible
in Canadian National auto carrier #1000
graffiti’d with gifts.
We snaked our way through a jungle
and across the Mackinac Bridge
before the car came loose, and fell into
Lake Michigan where it sprouted oars.
I rowed to the beach
and drove a bowl of hog stew
into a writing cottage
made of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
Ann Voskamp showed up
and said she wanted more.
Responding to a Tweetspeak Poetry dream poetry prompt
with a little editing help from L.L. Barkat.
In the stillness (and the silliness),