synopsis
of a work in progress
 a garden of lilacs under a sheet of ice


slut
Friday 01 November 2002
or, "exploring the tast of a new word"

I taste it gently with evident
Hesitation at first, letting my tongue slip
out of my mouth s l o w l y
then quickly withdrawn as a ballerina
rises to her firm poised pointe.
all too simple in its beginning
slippery, slithering out
easily from the lips--
then cut short with a harsh
abrupt ending.


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