It's Still Life

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.

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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