A Hungry Smell (funded!)
Another short one today - 15 lines. Long one later in the week :)
I am not sure what they are, but here's a sweet and happy poem about them.
A hungry smell
Listen --
you may not see teeth
till after. There's a hungry smell
they drip: sharp,
inhuman. Sliced onions left
in the sun. Copper.
Fresh-crushed ant. Listen.
-- a rustle, a crack. A giggle,
sharp as copper. Why trouble
with silence? You won't
listen
till the crack
is your marrowful bone, the blood-sharp
giggle
your interrupted scream.
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Funding update: We're up to three! previously unpublished tarot sonnets. That's as many as I had written. If you want me furiously writing and erasing, another $8 donated to Clarion will achieve this :)