A Creeping Gummy (ROUND 2)
Let's workshop this poem about a woman's encounter with an edible: a 30 milligram berry-lemonade gummy in the innocuous shape of a cuddly teddy bear
A Creeping Gummy
She swore she had her eyes
wide as could be but, high
as all hell, they remained chinky
in the toothpaste mirror,
all effort in the brows (no,
in the alien sinew of her hairline):
she felt in epiphany this
was like ventriloquism—voice
thrown, though, involuntarily.
