It's the folds in your lips
that have me staring --
out of curiosity, though,
not in an ugly way --
they collapse & spread
as you smile and speak:
like how petals crease inward
toward their center
or socks
on the way to the hamper:
going limp, curving
inward and warm
letting the washer know
of the day's travels
finishing up dry
& new & ready.
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I really liked this poem, Andrew! You have a mind for metaphor!
It's the folds in your lips
(not in an ugly way,
I am staring)
smile
collapse,
speak-spread
crease
like petals
inward.
or how socks fold
limply curving midair
in a day's routine.
Then come
from the wash
dry
& new, & ready.
*this may be just me. Though your iamgery is so vivid, I'd love to see it breathe (and maybe in a way totally different than the gibberish above) without extra words.
Very nice!
whoa, i somehow deleted the intro to that comment. WHat it preempted with is that I love the tone of this. I find a lot of the language tentalizing and vivid. I thought the structure worked against it. I would make some cuts and keep the most poignant images, and then work outward, but very nice! kudos.
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