Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 481 each a sonar ping to tease my tongue it's salt

so hard to shake those three grains of salt   alone
on to the fish   the batter hard   a bubble   popped
cartoon of the eye      below     the butter tongue
of  velvet underwear  protects the flesh   I want
the grains   one on every  surface  solo artists

each a sonar ping   to tease my tongue  it’s salt

that holds it all together   from the first kiss
to the last   a stitch  made firm    required  by
hygiene    all the brine that slithers by    with
 birth  in tears    attendant to the stubbing
of the toes   I have salt enough    to spare

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