Knack
by Matt Bryden
[ poetry - september 08 ]
I stood in the hall as Anne praised my neck,
and checked an articulacy forming
in my throat. I watched it float past,
an inheritance like a Punch and Judy swatchel
snuck behind the tongue.
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