she rolls words round her tongue,
mingled with saliva slurs.
Thick words, rich like dark beef-gravy,
some whispered with spicey-hot plots.
She cooks up campfire tales,
huddled over dumpster fires.
Her cronies, eyes glazed,
listen intently, hands over flames.
s’more-less, too-real scene.
Quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title) written for dVerse where Kim asks us to use the word “rich.” Photo from Pixabay.com