V is for …
Wide mouth perpetually agape
I lie here in the dark and wait
for drawer to open
your warm fingers, thumb
to take me up, align my four incisors
with the soft and toothsome zinc
Oh ecstasy! The sweet surrender
of malleable metal to my mouth
More – I want more
fangs famished to have at the staples
of every paper in your drawer!
© 2010 by Violet Nesdoly
I noticed that on a previous Poetry Friday, Heidi Mordhorst (my juicy little universe) told us she was collecting poems in the voices of objects. “V is for… ” is my little shout-out to her. Read her talking object poem “Little Bricks, Little Bricks, Let Me Come In” and Laura Purdie Salas’s “Vacation Time” HERE.
This poem is submitted to Poetry Friday which is hosted this week by Anastasia Suen at Booktalking.