NaPoWriMo Friday April 9 2019


A Letter to Emily


She makes the women think
I’m caught on her nail-dangles.
Although, I do admit
to a slight inclination, a tiny swoop.
I don’t blush. No, I won’t blush
like the gothic Bronte sister
& all her brilliant Oh’s.

For all it’s worth,
this rendezvous with tattle
teller dreams is all the marrow
I need.  Feel free to kick;
days beneath the high tide
cling to the wedding of words.
I’m never right!



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, April 2019

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