Laura Gregory
Idolatry
His name
is a cherry pit under my tongue,
stripped of all its flesh and polished smooth
is a cherry pit under my tongue,
stripped of all its flesh and polished smooth
until it’s nothing but a little knot
that whets my appetite for more nothing
just before a feast.
that whets my appetite for more nothing
just before a feast.
Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.