You will bite into the dry flesh of a stale life
and dream of mist-kissed mountains.
*Taking part in the Day 21 prompt to write your own line for a fortune cookie, based on Frank O’Hara’s Lines for the Fortune Cookies.
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. We may be able to live without poetry, but who would want to?