Poem
Jane Gibian
Parts of the tongue
Parts of the tongue
Parts of the tongue
A predilection for stone fruitsees a trail of peach
and plum stones in his shadow
You had traced him down
this discreet path to where
his casual touch
was six light insect
feet on your forearm
In the magazine you read about
the ten sexiest women
for April; they all live
in suburbs beginning with W
and wear impossible shoes
You hunt for modern equivalents
of One hundred ways with mince
and watch his hand become
refined under its wedding ring,
the fingers longer and nails less bitten
He coaxes your shoulders straight,
uncurling them with firm hands
but you were merely bent over
with laughter
Now your tongue forks into four:
one part for being good-natured
one for lamentation
the third part of irony
and the last for an imaginary language
You move to a newly-invented
suburb beginning with X
where you will use the four parts
of the tongue with equilibrium
© 2000, Jane Gibian
From: HEAT 14
Publisher: Giramondo Publishing, Sydney
From: HEAT 14
Publisher: Giramondo Publishing, Sydney
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Parts of the tongue
A predilection for stone fruitsees a trail of peach
and plum stones in his shadow
You had traced him down
this discreet path to where
his casual touch
was six light insect
feet on your forearm
In the magazine you read about
the ten sexiest women
for April; they all live
in suburbs beginning with W
and wear impossible shoes
You hunt for modern equivalents
of One hundred ways with mince
and watch his hand become
refined under its wedding ring,
the fingers longer and nails less bitten
He coaxes your shoulders straight,
uncurling them with firm hands
but you were merely bent over
with laughter
Now your tongue forks into four:
one part for being good-natured
one for lamentation
the third part of irony
and the last for an imaginary language
You move to a newly-invented
suburb beginning with X
where you will use the four parts
of the tongue with equilibrium
From: HEAT 14
Parts of the tongue
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