My Cento

This was a lot harder than I thought it would be and took me more than a day, so now I’m behind, when I thought I’d just caught up.
The prompt was a Cento, which is a poem composed entirely of lines from other poems. Danielle Pafunda tweeted the lines all day yesterday. The poem doesn’t need to be long and there is a grand prize for contestants at Academy of American Poets. I’ll let you know if I won! (Don’t anybody hold their breath. The competition will be stiff.)


My Cento


Someone stands and weeps in the glass telephone theater.
I’m drunk.
I stand on the porch in my bathrobe,
Implicit with stars in active orbit;
Let silence drill its hole.
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