Sunday, January 9, 2011

As a poet . . .

I wrote this recently after receiving the word "wormwood" in my Word-of-the-day email:

Fragrant Wormwood

Pungent flower dying
on the dining room
table. Wednesday and

the world is
blanketed with wormwood.
Death stinking of

regret, remembrance, and
rind. Rejection nuzzling my
pocket, trigger finger

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