A One-Lined Poem
what lures us to the enigmatic — the beautiful ones crowned in tattoos, lickable lips sipping iced cream, boldly exclaiming, “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,” and I silently agree.
Originally published in Chalkboard on Medium.
In some way, we’re all pretending to be someone we cannot afford to be.
A response to the “Pretend” one-lined poem prompt via Chalkboard on Medium.