Friday, July 3, 2015

What If There Were a Hidden Pleasure in Calling One Thing By Another's Name?


Rae Armantrout

What if I were turned on by seemingly innocent words such as
   “scumble," “pinky,"

or “extrapolate?” 

What if I maneuvered conversation in the hope that others would
   pronounce these words? 

Perhaps the excitement would come from the way the other person
   touched them lightly and carelessly with his tongue. 

What if “of” were such a hot button?

“Scumble of bushes.”

What if there were a hidden pleasure
in calling one thing
by another’s name?

1 comment:

  1. Without a set of ever-evolving rules, however arbitrarily &/or self- imposed, how could one possibly imagine how one's life should/must be?

    Thanks for noticing!