Comey Eve
What does it feel like
to have words people want?
Anecdotes for what’s
got us frothing
and unfriending
and cherry picking headlines.
Will the phrase “hooker piss”
come up? If so, in what context?
What twists of arms
and tucks of greasy bills,
bugs and promises.
What cans of Pandora’s worms
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I love both the full poem and the poem I see within a poem. The title with the just the first two lines feels even more powerful to me. I stopped there slack jawed. The rest was wonderful as well.
Wow.
And the answers are?