Today's poem is by Rachel Contreni Flynn


Of course it turns out
the tongue was just

a slice of sea cucumber.

That it took so long
for the experts to discern this

is ridiculous, and the girl

is suspicious. She believes
it's a lie so the island

may now be over-run
with placated vacationers.

She believes in the tongue.

That someone is coming
to take hers. But now she will

not allow it. She has constructed
all her barricades:

words, smoke, silence. Her safety.
The girl returns to Indiana awake.

Vigilant. Tough as a stump.

Copyright © 2010 Rachel Contreni Flynn All rights reserved
from Tongue
Red Hen Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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