I bite hard on the lime
tooth scrub, enamel bug
acid, my salt lick tongue
bent towards a phantom
meld of margarita
and shudder a strange
shimmy, shoulder
side, see your body
above me bright
and shivering.
Do not sing to me of sentiment,
the pulse you feel inside me
is not my heart.
I feast with alacrity
on bitter limes.
Author Bio:
Abigail Michelini is an English instructor at Southern West Virginia Community and Technical College working on her doctorate in English at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She has been a lover of poetry since she was 8-years-old, when she and her dad started memorizing poems together. It has remained a life force for her ever since.
tooth scrub, enamel bug
acid, my salt lick tongue
bent towards a phantom
meld of margarita
and shudder a strange
shimmy, shoulder
side, see your body
above me bright
and shivering.
Do not sing to me of sentiment,
the pulse you feel inside me
is not my heart.
I feast with alacrity
on bitter limes.
Author Bio:
Abigail Michelini is an English instructor at Southern West Virginia Community and Technical College working on her doctorate in English at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She has been a lover of poetry since she was 8-years-old, when she and her dad started memorizing poems together. It has remained a life force for her ever since.
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