Poetry is dumb, like my thumb in your
Ear — I could have said ‘rear.’
Or my tongue
In your eye,
See, signifying
Blindness. I’m waxing poetic here.
Ink impressions
On paper,
That can’t be touched,
Or felt. Or smelt. And don’t get me started about the taste,
And how long it takes to eat a poem.
So, conclusion, thumb, ear, tongue, eye, eat a poem,
It’s ineffable.