Sunday, December 3, 2017

Poem, "Exotic Word"

Exotic Word

You're an exotic word
Auto-correct just keeps trying to rewrite you as something else
Because it is a tool of semi-literate barbarians

You're the right word in a poem that is only half written
Letters traced invisibly
Like the cursive movements of a finger
Pulled, turned, and twisted over bare skin

You're not a typo
any more than a tan line or freckle
is a form of punctuation

There is only one punctuation mark
I would look for with you
an exclamation point

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