It's Still Life

And That’s All I Know

I was born in a pocket-sized
skinny town that was pelted
with a great deal of want.

Our neighbour was a large man,
reminded me of a cold radiator,
or a kettle full of thunder.

I recall that he had impeccable
aim; he could pee on a gnat
before it could think to fly.

Someone said he bought a farm,
used to sing to his corn, and
shoot crows. Others said that

he was intimate with honey.
That’s all I know about him.

written for Twiglet #5: “a cold radiator”. Twiglets is a new writing prompt blog that uses short phrases to inspire writing. Join in at The Twiglets on Tuesdays. Each prompt last the week long.