An Ode to Onions
“Wake up Alice in 2021” (rewrite from 2005, in 2020, for 2021) Love’s tenacious. Lingers back of throat thick in onion or garlic gut. Her deep awkward burps. Verbal leakage mind-slips. Love’s invasive. An ivy shaped holy golden lattice envelopes my dermis. Love’s a shield. Cast out your pesticides – It’s time to wake up…
Emma Ann Sloan 