Kid Pix

Kid Pix

Out the window,
rain follows slow-shuttered leaves
on the off-ramp, that right,
and at the end of Grandma’s street
Crystallized Curves:
an orange wig in a lifeless box
like those sleeping false-teeth
she would remove to gum me goodnight.
Why were they purple?
You never explained our name
just taught me how to live.




"The Writer's Cramp"  13+: Write the best story or poem in 24 hours or less and win 10,000 GPs!


Prompt: Write a poem or story that uses the following title: Kid Pix.


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