Valentin Krustev
Photo: Gaetan Lee
For William Meredith
I enter slowly, woo the consonants.
The vowels are vexed at my approach.
But I go on, determined and debauched,
Until they start to melt like lustful nuns.
Then I retreat, retrieving Os and As,
And Us, and Es, and Is, and Ys, before
I reunite them with the ardent score,
To give my tongue the clarity of bells.
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