Poetry 16, 2014


When I wake up,
my mouth
is cracked and dry;
the hour is
a thermometer
under my tongue,
and I can’t quite
spit the sun from
between my teeth.

Prompt: Do you find it difficult to express one sense (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) more than others in your writing? Paying special attention to that often ignored sense, write a poem with exaggerated sensory detail. NaPoWriMo

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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