by Shoshauna Shy


It moves my blood like butter moves
In a Catoosa County skillet
Taking me downriver on
The detours of his A's,
His R's and D's as cushioning
As a swallow of Bay Rum, his humming
Soft as suede I want to smooth
Between my hands.
Let my tongue scoop the hollows
Where his tossed-out T's have fallen,
Wander the ravines where his G's sit
Forgotten, press the palate, lick the gap
Where Dixie goes a-whistling, taste
The place where these sounds come from --
Let me taste where they were born.
- Honorable Mention in Milwaukee Public Library's "Love
Letters Lost & Found Contest," published on a broadside