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like a stray cat by [personal profile] elasticella
Fandom: The Flash
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Iris/Lisa
Summary: “I do not get paid enough for this,” Iris mutters to herself as someone enters Jitters literally five seconds before close.

The Golden Glider is striding up to the counter as if she’s a regular customer, “One mocha latte please.”
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Title: like a stray cat
Fandom: the flash
Author: elasticella
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: iris/lisa
Summary: “I do not get paid enough for this,” Iris mutters to herself as someone enters Jitters literally five seconds before close.
The Golden Glider is striding up to the counter as if she’s a regular customer, “One mocha latte please.”
Word Count: 2023

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The second poet we're revisiting this year is Yehuda Amichai!

If you want a new prompt from him, comment on this post any time in February, and I'll give you a new one.

If you'd rather take a stab at an old prompt, you can take a look at the original sign up post, or the July Challenge prompts from that year.

I hope everyone is having as much fun as I am!
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Day 22:
From this day forth, you tun into the dreamer
of everything: the world within your hand.


Day 23:
I'm not a car, I'm a person,
A man-god, a god-man
Whose days are numbered. Hallelujah


Day 24:
Whatever I scream or say or whisper is only
to console myself


Day 25:
I have gathered many consolations in my life
and squandered them, many sorrows
that I spilled in vain.


Day 26:
You didn't eat, weren't filled. You spoke big words
with a small mouth. Your heart will never learn to judge distances.


Day 27:
The scent of her drying hair is
prophesying in the streets and among stars.


Day 28:
These are the last days of books.
Next come the last days of words. Some day
you will understand.


Day 29:
Loving each other began this way: threading
loneliness into loneliness
patiently, our hands trembling and precise.


Day 30:
Later they'll jump down again
to the sound of applause and wars.


Day 31:
They are all dice
that landed on the lucky side.
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from They Are All Dice

They are all dice
that landed on the lucky side.
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from Jerusalem is Full of Used Jews

Later they'll jump down again
to the sound of applause and wars.
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from Threading

Loving each other began this way: threading
loneliness into loneliness
patiently, our hands trembling and precise.
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from Between

These are the last days of books.
Next come the last days of words. Some day
you will understand.
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from Ballad of the Washed Hair

The scent of her drying hair is
prophesying in the streets and among stars.
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from Travels of the Last Benjamin of Tudela

You didn't eat, weren't filled. You spoke big words
with a small mouth. Your heart will never learn to judge distances.
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from Ruhama

I have gathered many consolations in my life
and squandered them, many sorrows
that I spilled in vain.
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from When I Banged My Head on the Door

Whatever I scream or say or whisper is only
to console myself
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from What Kind of Person

I'm not a car, I'm a person,
A man-god, a god-man
Whose days are numbered. Hallelujah
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Day 15:
Your eyes are sad and beautiful
like the pictures of flowers in a textbook.


Day 16:
And love—a couple of nights
like rare stamps. To stroke the heart
without breaking it.


Day 17:
But a great love begins here, sometimes,
with the sound of dry branches snapping in the dead forests.


Day 18:
All these make a strange
dance rhythm. But I don't know who's dancing to it
or who's calling the tune.


Day 19:
My eyes were prophets then, but my body had no idea
what it was going through or where it belonged.


Day 20:
stand by my side and dry your face now
and smile as if in a family photo.


Day 21:
May you find lasting peace,
the living in their lives, the dead
in being dead.
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from Farewell

From this day forth, you tun into the dreamer
of everything: the world within your hand.
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from 1924

May you find lasting peace,
the living in their lives, the dead
in being dead.
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from I Lost My Identity Card

My eyes were prophets then, but my body had no idea
what it was going through or where it belonged.
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from All These Make a Dance Rhythm

All these make a strange
dance rhythm. But I don't know who's dancing to it
or who's calling the tune.
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from End of Summer in the Judean Mountains

But a great love begins here, sometimes,
with the sound of dry branches snapping in the dead forests.

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