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touka
Poems
Jul 2021
atlanta
forks scrape against plates
along lips, along tongues
those moving things
that seem to go and never stop
strike right through the quiet
the mind is futile to create
quick, cold prongs
into that special-occasion steak
words come out,
lips curve upward,
and the laughing pressure's on
it's automatic
"ha, ha,"
a grind of the knife,
stroke of the napkin
applied knowledge
purely reactive
sort of movement,
sort of laughing
Written by
touka
23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)
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