I.
When Lemons Talk
A lemon’s voice is a sharp bristled spark.
A punch. A fierce argument. Gives your
tongue the hump.
Lemon, cold enough to quench August.
Lemon, hot enough to cure throaty colds.
It puckers. Pulls. It’s a thin lipped laugh,
and steals the words from your mouth.
It’ll do all the talking, if any’s needed.
II.
When Lemons Talk
Lemon’s a sharp bristled spark of a punch.
Makes your tongue hump.
Cold refreshment.
Hot throaty relief.
Lemon’s a thin lipped laugh.
Draws words right out of your mouth.
It’ll do all the talking, if any’s needed.
written for Napowrimo day 3: Personal Universal Deck, and PA’s AprilPAD Day 3: Communication, and The Poeming’s Found poetry challenge, poem mined from Silence of the Lambs. This pst is also shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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