The word: Sucks
Fact: poets are weirdos.
Because it was nearly Wednesday and I was desperate for a word, I waylaid a guy walking on the sidewalk. He was surprised and said, “I need more time. The word I thought of first is not the one I want.” “Oh it’s fine,” I told him, “let’s use it.”
The Stranger: Tracy
His Word: Sucks
The poem I wrote:
I tell her in a hushed voice the story
of Red Cap and the wolf: how it began
with a sick nana, a basket of get-well
foods and wine (Echinacea? she asks.)
Yes. And yogurt and vitamin C. Then
there is the parting from mother, the
unpaved journey through the woods:
so many ways for a girl to lose herself
or find the wrong saviors. But this version
ends with the wolf. (Hi Wolf, she says.
Are you hungry? Here, you can sit on my lap.)
So it happens that she sucks one villain
out of the fairy tale and into her zoo of
air-animals, dismissing basket, path,
and nana with the words, I’ll feed you, Wolf.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.