Ugh. I struggled with this prompt. And when I struggle, I return to things I know. So I apologize if I've written about gymnastics one too many times, but it is a major source of nostalgia for me. I read the essay by Urvi Kumbhat (or the ninety percent that wasn't covered by the ad), and I read the Wikipedia article about metanymy, and I found myself super confused as to what I was supposed to do, and how I was supposed to do it. So I wrote what I know, and now as I look back at the wording of the prompt, I think I probably got myself all worked up over nothing and could have done something more novel (at least for me), but I did write something. So...
It is in our pores and in our lungs And on our palms and our tongues And our soles...souls? Though much now has been lost Like pollen to the breeze And the bees And the time we couldn't bottle In a different world, I hear the teachers talk They prefer dry-erase Don't like the feel But my heart swells such That a tear must fall to make room When I touch Chalk
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