Feisty

I’d like to get feisty for a minute.
Nobody panic. Or better yet,
everybody. How many licks
does it take? Recent studies suggest
the question is misleading, since
we’re assuming all it takes is licks.
As always, this sticks in your craw,
your gullet, your persona.
Later on, quit askin’.
What flavor are we havin’?
I mean, the medicine
always lingers on the tongue,
like we don’t want. I want you
to be what lingers on my tongue,
o my passionate angel,
o my supervisor!
She can engulf me any day.
Anyway, let’s say hey,
and maybe make the day
no longer seem untenable.

-r. miller

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