(I See Him) Floridly
Chilly god of vermilions
drummed above us
with virgin tears
bawdy bones
hot nectarine;
I see him doddering
floridly.
~found poem based on Plath’s “Ouija”
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“I see him doddering/ floridly”–now I need to go back and read Plath. Did she foresee Trump?
Ha! Maybe …