Glyphs & Special Characters
by Shanna Compton
I celebrate the tanginess of your gruntly curves,
amorphous, as sweetly pronounced as the hush
of pampas grass. I enthuse about you.
Watch me rotate it with this toggle made
of syllables. I want to be accommodating,
concise as water. When you don your armor,
shiny as a Corvette, I ping all over the place;
I chew faster and with a bawdy smack.
The days you are gone waver like goldenrod savannahs
replete with polecats instead of the big tawny ones.
Am I imposing again, repositing the denim fantasy,
the one we’ve mocked of all its flavor?
Wring it again. The optics are still pristine,
the audio sharp as architecture.