Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Fowler's Fire

This book, outrageous with pages,
efficient with flames of tiny entries,
authorizes the use of the word
character, or confuses Latinate.
Italics release the tension
like a powerline slack in the breeze
of early spring. So much information
jettisoned above our heads.

This book is old,
this book is thick, this book –

Let’s look up the word love
instead of kissing.

It says:

Put down the book,
hold me, instead.
Let me show you
how to rewrite
the dictionary
with our bodies.

1 comment:

Indigo Bunting said...

Mmmmm...frisky Fowler.

[word verification: psemin.]