Wild Noses

The current issue of The Believer includes one of the last interviews with Maurice Sendak, the late, great writer and illustrator behind such iconic titles as Where the Wild Things Are and In the Night Kitchen. Sendak died last year at the age of 83, and, up until his passing, he was still writing, illustrating, and teaching. In fact, his latest project was a book (a “long poem”) about noses.

Sendak, in The Believer interview, had this to say about noses (and why he was devoting an entire book to them):

I love noses. I have a passion for them. It must have begun early in life, because my brother and I shared a bed. There was no privacy. And we had bed bugs. And to protect me, my brother said, “Lie on top of me.” And I said, “I’ll fall.” And he said, “No, you won’t, not if you clamp your teeth on my nose.” I didn’t fall to the left, I didn’t fall to the right. The bed bugs didn’t get me. They got him. Maybe that’s where the love of noses began. He had a great nose.

And so, in honor of Sendak and his passion for noses, today’s prompt is to write a piece of prose or poetry about a single body part. It could be about noses. But it could also be about eyes, ears, lips, hips, arms, legs, chests, backs, knees, ankles, fingers, toes, etc. And it doesn’t have to be about a human body part. It could be about a body part of an animal (real or imagined).