Alphabet Soup
I originally wrote this as a poem. Then, today’s Flash Fiction Challenge prompt was to write about a font. So, I retooled this slightly. I love the blurry line between poetry and FF.
Did I read that right? I mouthed the Garamond words again thinking that forming them myself would make them say something else. Nope. That can't be right- maybe the serif is fooling me? It's a physical blow my tongue can’t lick those words clean I try to read them sill a bull by sill a bull As if the phonetics might yield a more bearable conclusion My eyes are blurring Mascara lashing out at each L E T T E R Alphabet soup stainless spoon swirling through the mist Maybe now? Fuck no Warhol’s art mocks me That bastard denying me again! I throw the spoon. I break the bowl. Garamond told me the truth about the book man after all. I guess I have to learn to take rejection.