Add to my list of disliked words –
scritches, brewery, and regarded.
Scritches, with its piggish nose
and barn yarn yellow texture.
Brewery like cream gravy with not enough milk,
brewery like dog shit trapped inside non-slip tread,
brewery like a fountain, coinless, filled with leaves.
Regarded plays ping-pong with oars and
I want words that bring to mind your sighlence.
Thistle. Solemnize. Brahms.
The sound of your voice is decidedly cotton.
Warm like penumbra.
Fragrant like bewilder.
Soft and edgeless like a thing used to blanket
a child who sleeps through
I want words that place your hands all over me.
It’s been a while, I know.
February, I think.
Throw it in with clamor