Cutting wood and working up a sweat
He fell into a rhythm that made the job almost pleasurable
Only his hands, his back, and his arms would claim otherwise
Perhaps it wasn’t pleasurable at all
Chop (an acrostic poem)
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Cork (an acrostic conversation)
“Can I borrow your saber for a second?”
“Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”
“Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”
“Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”
