Hun Usage
when she calls me hun
it’s with a years-of-dedicated-cigarettes-and-booze rasp
that lands on me like an oversized hoodie
but when she calls me hun
my bones curl and my brows fidget
her voice is three rooms full of itself
huns feel okay
huns feel not okay
huns from a peer feel weird, sometimes
the full honey, however, gets its own poem
you wanna write it, honey?
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VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
Figures of speech, plays on words, metaphors, this poem has it all. And emotion. Where do you get it, V? Thanks for the long email. I have to wrench out the words, yours seem to flow naturally, tho possibly you toil as I do. Or not. M
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Thanks Mark! Oh yes, I toil, goodness do I toil!!! V
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