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wildgame wildgame

i am wildgame wildgame deep in the wood of the butter churn

i am widdershins widdershins wet in the cyclone of your mouth

the tip of my tongue is one by two
painting the storefront
of your teeth
we keep our elbows in cotton sacks of grain
we keep our cream cuttled under billows
(calico and lace)

we keep a stool in the back
for bending our bodies into crickets

one by two we click together in tongues and scarlet matchtips

i shall by candlelight learn the way of wooden spoons
you shall by increments shape the songs of all these caverns

By cathleen daly

Cathleen Daly is performer and writer. She's had poetry published in a variety of journals and e-zines and authored one chapbook Ode to the Unhinged. Her last show How to be a Secret Agent Girl as Seen on American Television and in Movies was produced extensively in San Francisco and won Best of the SF Fringe Festival. She has two children's books and one teen novel coming out with award winning Roaring Brook Press.