here’s to the words ugly and
necessary–
they are the janitors of the english language,
the illegal workers grasping at some
task or utility, taking what they can,
bitter, perhaps, but resigned.
because, really, where is there a good synonym for
‘Twelfth’?
I would first like to welcome
Moist
the herald of heat and bringer of
mild discomfort,
an irritation but not a pest–
a perfect word
the discomfort of the vowels in your mouth
match the sensation of skin
just a little too wet and
just a little too sticky.
and then there is
Melt
as in “I’d like a tuna–”
or “it’s so hot I’m going to–”
and all the Rural Gals caught up in a
Leech-infested Pond
the Goiter, the
Phlegm and the Squat
they are the heroes, the martyrs
and every excellent girlfriend
accepting an unpleasant sensation in the mouth
to perform what they must.
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