Scatological Terms By JD DeHart
You can tell by the way
her mouth forms and pushes
out the word, with what
violence and crude art, that
her entire being is mimicking
the word itself
A scatological term swirls
in her center, then gets pressed
up, compressed more, forced,
then up and out, onto the tongue
and into the air
With the frustrated rage of
intent, with the empty thrusts
of anger, with the then still,
if a little rosy, face that waits
for a rejoinder
Summary
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