Write about punctuation marks. Notice the shapes and squiggles.
Add a setting.
Let them reveal a story or poem.
Punctuated
They attract as couplets
near the hors d’oeuvres.
I’m an apostrohe in his life,
jus' a place saver. She shoves
a bitten chip deep into
the bean dip. He
never talks
about us. I'm in parenthesis when
he talks about times with others.
he talks about times with others.
“You seem a misplaced modifier,”
The newcomer shares.
He leans forward to wipe
the dip from her cheek.
“He hates commas,
They slow him down;
a semi-colon adds sophistication
he doesn’t understand.”
She turns away, fancies herself
an ampersand; a ballerina.
Head down, with drowsy eyes,
she throws ellipses
to another man with whom
she will never miss a period.
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