A Creeping Gummy
Let's workshop this poem about a woman's encounter with an edible
A Creeping Gummy
She swore she was opening
her eyes wide as possible
but, high, they remained slanted
in the mirror, all the work
done by her eyebrows—no,
by her forehead at the hairline:
she felt in epiphany
this was like someone throwing
their voice away from themselves.
