Perspire turned to sweat
ten degrees ago. My ponytail
drags dew thick dirt, and my alligator
curls at my feet. She is the mother
of deadlines and reptilian
revisions, quick slashes,
aggressive, quick, efficient punctuation,
and bare bones evolution.
Dainty deadly, she demands
through swamps, sewers, strip
malls, and cemeteries.
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
The art is in the autopsy,
someone should have said -
but, Lord, it's hot
and hard to be quicker than the rot.
For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads