Gourds

by Mike Jewett


Two canines,

                         teeth bared.
                         Starved.

                         She wants to eject
                         -providence,

                         tepid tea
                         steeps, pekid:

                         sips. A nemophile.
                         Wooded arteries.

                         Her dulcet eyes
                         effloresce

                         into furtive,
                         pyhrric

gourds.

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