Last night, Nancy prompted me to record

the pretty little lies I wanted to hear.
 
Now it’s 10am Wednesday and any
velvet underground can’t touch me at this
 
crossing: World Language Hall behind me, 
Mathematics to the front and left. 
 
No ill whispers, only the hush of Summer-eager 
students wandering like tiny gods until
graduation practice.
 
They ask me if I know when to go rehearse their Pomp
and Circumstance, but no one tells me such things. 
 
Inspired by The Writing Prompts for The Devil from “Tarot Rituals” by Nancy C Antenucci