Oct 2013
skinning a lemon
he slips the rind off,
cradles a pulp
drowning his hand
The taste is so bitter
The taste is so
bitter. His face
looks blenched
white, lips pucker
like a child's first
love's kiss
Tears on his face,
a sour smile, lips
wrinkle one more
It isn't too bitter
he slips the rind off,
cradles a pulp
drowning his hand
The taste is so bitter
The taste is so
bitter. His face
looks blenched
white, lips pucker
like a child's first
love's kiss
Tears on his face,
a sour smile, lips
wrinkle one more
It isn't too bitter
Based upon William Carlos William's 'To a Poor Old Woman' with a twist.
(West Midlands, UK)
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