From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 2

After publishing “Be Human”, the winner of the first From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction, I realized that I should have given you a form choice (i.e. would you like fiction or poetry?). My blackout poems are so short (hence the “bit”) that it might be fun to see what happens if I add a stanza (or three) to the original poem bit. So… as the title suggests, this week (and the ones that follow) we’ll go from blackout poem bit to flash fiction or full-length poetry; the choice is yours.

So, my Wicked Luvs… which of my Poem Bits should become a flash fiction tale (of 313 513 words or fewer) or a full-length poem?

Below, I’ve included the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since last Friday (in reverse chronological order); your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to leave a comment letting me know which of the Poem Bits you would like to see expanded, and in what form: 1) Which poem do you wish me to develop? 2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry? 3) *optional* Why?

On Monday or Tuesday *cough*, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a story or a longer poem, depending on the choices you make. Here is this week’s list:

bright magic
will the art of you—
bind many?
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“Seeing” (handwritten, not blacked out)
Brains know and hearts feel.
Raging eyes see little,
often nothing at all.

gently cracked
spine in the gutter;
the will-less
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

Smile at the silence.
Listen to a star;
feel music
and wonder.
– blacked out from Music and the Classroom Teacher

“Always” (handwritten, not blacked out)
Why I always will?

Because my lips nearly burst
with the rage of my own
and you came and kissed them
into song…

without trying to change

in the seeds
of the universe—
much squeezed, life
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

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From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 2

Be Human

Her sister entered the apartment with burglar’s stealth.

April got out of bed, walked to her bedroom door, and stopped when she heard a voice that wasn’t her sister’s. May Sullivan, there might be hope for you yet. It was almost midnight, and her sister had company.

Grinning, April pressed an ear to the door.

“…don’t know about that,” May whispered.

“She isn’t good for you,” responded an unfamiliar voice.

“Kiley, you’ve always been biased when it comes to my sister.”

“Not biased, sweetie. Everyone knows your sister. She won’t help you find the courage that will allow your husband back into your life. Sharing a space with her will hurt—”

April opened the bedroom door. “My sister and I shared a womb for nine months, Kiley sweetie, and we survived just fine.”

“I should leave.” Kiley stood up.

“You should.” April walked across the living room and opened the front door.

Kiley rushed out.

April slammed the door closed.

“That was uncalled for,” May said.

“Uncalled for?” April got in her sister’s face. “That woman wants you ‘to find the courage’ to forgive the bastard who put the horns on you for two fucking years. That’s uncalled for!”

“Please don’t yell.”

“Damnit,” April shouted. “When did your soul die? Why is your carcass feeding everyone’s expectations? Can you breathe through that much weakness? Are you human, May S—?”

“Fuck off, April.” May slapped her sister.

May hit her hard, but it was the words—not the smack—that still rang in April’s ears.

“I’m sorry,” May said. “You were hysterical.

April hugged May, saying over and over, “You hit me.”

“I did,” May said softly. “And earlier, I drove my soon to be ex-husband’s car out of the garage that used to be ours and into the pool that’s now his. Is that human enough?”

April hugged her sister tighter.

Inspired by “Be Human”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction, 1

wee notes:
1. to put the horns on someone means to be unfaithful.
2. I put Helen Mirren’s super inspirational advice in May Sullivan’s gentle mouth: “At 70 years old, if I could give my younger self one piece of advice, it would be to use the words ‘fuck off’ much more frequently.”

Nude, by SunshineShelle
Detail from “Nude”, by SunshineShelle