On the Path of Whimsy and GraceFor M M hiked the path of whimsywell, her tongue didplosiving and fricativing and gliding(the statement was heartfelt and wildwoman)her mouth opened wide enough to fit a foot then someone called her weirdoanother tongue, but lashingM semi-deflated like a cornered-balloonforgotten in a dining roombut M, o M, spit out… Continue reading POEM A DAY – January 21