Matthea Harvey

Introduction to a Diction

Galoshless, I
stood by the river, all ashiver. Gosh I was hoping for liver.

That's enough Charlie Parker.

Open your dictionaries please. Open your dictionaries please.

Bravo: the cattleguard caught nary a hoof!

The poet is certain
rain makes the moat brim.

I am crestfallen. Understood (Flatterer.)

Now was I going to wade in? Not without the correct equipment.
& the shipment arrives… Wednesday, Wednesday, from across the sea.



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