Jonesy wished for a monkey.
to run chutes and ladders
through her veins.
Riding away to wonderland,
she’d lie in the valley below,
sailing through nothing but nothing,
waking with no urge but more.
Brenda Warren 2013
Miz Quickly says “Change your name and one other thing about yourself. Begin a poem “(your fictional name) wished”…whatever this new person would wish for.
I changed my name to Jonesy and became a burgeoning heroin addict. Kind of a dark nursery rhyme of sorts.
From depths – the only place left is ‘up’ and ‘light’ –
It has been a great month and fun to belong to a group of diverse writers.