i keep on discovering words, finding them stuck
fast in tight corners and under dust
on the top of a bookshelf, they gum to my shoe soles and rub
against my pants when i walk.
they are everywhere, they are in the air
i breathe, they describe the inside of me perfectly going down
swallow and choke and burp words
they will not leave my mouth alone.
when i apply lipstick they wait eager
little children on the cap
can we describe, can we describe?
firetruck sin apple-picking stopsign pomegranate candyred.
red red red?
---but it can’t be just red!
let us name it for you, let us
stiffen your lip and curl your tongue with the perfect word.
scoff. red?
we can do better than that, my dear.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
i keep on discovering words, finding them stuck
fast in tight corners and under dust
on the top of a bookshelf, they gum to my shoe soles and rub
against my pants when i walk.
they are everywhere, they are in the air
i breathe, they describe the inside of me perfectly going down
swallow and choke and burp words
they will not leave my mouth alone.
when i apply lipstick they wait eager
little children on the cap
can we describe, can we describe?
firetruck sin apple-picking stopsign pomegranate candyred.
red red red?
---but it can’t be just red!
let us name it for you, let us
stiffen your lip and curl your tongue with the perfect word.
scoff. red?
we can do better than that, my dear.
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