Entries in Word Nerd Editorial (2)
Tumor
By Tamryn Spruill
Little Nobodies wing past
In the wee hours of morn
On way from Bardo to
Rebirth. Awaiting a host to
Implant life, orgasms galore.
With ova and seed, they’ll mate –
Gestate, and then be born.
But no being lolls here, for
My glands are immoderately worn –
Unused, yet terribly shorn.
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Summons
By Tamryn Spruill
Patriarchal parsimony had its way again,
Little divination doll descends into a crevasse.
Her wood ripened from eons of basement storage,
Habiliments soiled from stagnation.
The varnish of her face cracks and furrows,
Stop-motion anime where salty secretions flow.
Infinity beckons from the depths of verisimilitude –
An invitation to His Perdurable Party.
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