Just A Wafer-Thin Mint (2024)

Remember that, the week I had convinced

my bloated words to elope with me in the Riviera

to sit, my placid subject; wear a

Turkish robe in ways I could evince them?

Akimbo in marital bed, the purplest words I minced,

milled to gunpowder, and a combustive flare

of hostile dust and physical power scared up

hard times marked by The Struggle. In time since,

I'd worked to find my eupheuism,

between two heavy stones,

can sedimentize and crack a coarser silt

that dissolves in boiling water

warms my bones

and makes me feel as if my frame were built

mellifluously of gelatinous palindromes

with whiplash from repulsion from le Stilt