Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab
“Stuck in the Big Apple”
by Elizabeth Bennefeld
Stuck in the big apple,
chewing my way toward
warm skin, a way out
into a broader world than this.
A world with light and movement
beyond the muffled sounds
of solitary chewing
in the core of my cradle,
this sweet prison.
Writing prompt: “I’d been stuck found in the big apple in the course of every one of the environments.” [First sentence of a piece of spam trapped by Akismet.]
“Stuck in the Big Apple”. Copyright © 2014-03-27, by Liz Bennefeld.