Sunday, March 4, 2012

Elective Affinity

image by sarolta ban

elective affinity

I mistake it for
a clever game,

a kind of spoonerism,
switched letters

meant to lay cool
in your dry wit;

my mind plays tricks,
vowels shoot like spit.

Three well-hammered words
catch me from behind,

thrust tall, straight-up
without stammer.

tess kincaid

Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor

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