Sunday, September 16, 2018

Apostrophe

I purge the apostrophe
and shrink into neatness
the curl
that is my gravity.

Curtailed thus,
I find my toes flout at the limit;
there’s a wetness somewhere,
I tell myself.

Suddenly, words reveal plurals
and I slip into the interminable -
dash after dot blur
the poem.

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