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Monika
Poems
Mar 2020
Blowing Hot Air
A friend of mine called me
a wordsmith,
so I spent the day sampling
the absurd notion.
I thought of blacksmiths; of
their backbreaking craft,
that blistering heat,
the metal.
I thought of rough and
callused hands
hammering red iron,
of water tasting
wrought culture.
βWordsmith,β I say,
hammering the syllables
between my clanging teeth.
My mouth is a thin line
as I dip my hot breath
and tongue
in the hard consonants,
laughing at the thought that
steam would billow out with them.
Written by
Monika
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