Sonnet

  

Gun-powder smell mixed with magnolia gum
pie bits flaked about the lips—

Quick! get me to a party— my taste buds turning
a falsetto song of someone slipping off dress yes

peaches my favorite too!   

But the dogwoods ruin me.  So what if a star
comes crashing down we'll be mid-river in a 

boat sculpted of cow skeleton—

Have you heard about the banana
over Texas?   It's okay,

we'll stick to citrus.  Try to float this out
as long as the sun 

keeps doing that
on your thigh

 

 

 

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Steven Karl is one of the curators for the Teachers & Writers Collaborative reading series, and works in technical publications for the airline industry. His poetry, reviews, and articles have appeared or are forthcoming in Real Poetik, KNOCK, Teachers & Writers Magazine, and LIT Online.