A certain kind of logicA Poem by eglantineI imitate mirrored corners to understand the movement of speech. Vowels taste like grapes and oranges; they rot before I break the skin with my satin-white teeth.
I've stubbed my toe on consonants at least once each time I dance on the burned crust of the sun and if I could, I'd cup my hand to the moon's lips and exhale my heart into its damp and stoic core. © 2012 eglantineFeatured Review
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19 Reviews Added on July 10, 2012 Last Updated on July 10, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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