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| Prompt: Imagine you're opening your own writing-themed restaurant. Name it and provide a list of signature dishes. Be creative! ------------- Joy's Misplaced Metaphor Cafe Welcome friends, welcome all, Lyn and Co, and WdC, to my colon-shaped cafe, although the sign out front misspells things, in strife I have crossed it with a comma-shaped knife and, sorry, inside, my chairs don't agree with the tables and the walls are papered in unfinished fables as menus ramble, sentences dangle at mid-thought, my theme trails off in ideas not well-caught so I propped my thesaurus on a wobbling leg then stamped the napkins, "Don't leave, I beg!" the chef is moi, once a writer, that I insist since I've stirred the soup with a pen as a deli twist I seasoned by mood, by mistake, or instinct but "now halt" said the man from the precinct to salt, pepper, and cumin in my signature dishes "I can't taste this twice," he said, but with good wishes my overwritten onion soup layered again and again, until me, the chef, forgets where it all began and my purple-prose pasta so floral and thick in adjective sauce, to any tummy will stick my run-on ravioli runs to spill off the plate then arrives back, still alive, long after you ate my show-don't-tell steak, juicy, profound it too is aggressive and stays around and every night, as my kitchen sighs I smile at my uneaten pies although my food sure is a narrative mess it's my cafe and I'll write nevertheless. * |