She Said Relax... This...Won't Hurt a Bit - Morgan Elise Dawson
Knees rotting from overuse
And hands attempting collusion
You are allergic to grass
But the clouds look different when there is a blanket between you and--
I have considered cannibalism
I want to fully experience you
No fork, no separation
You must taste of perfection the kind of purity
People go to India for
Let me inhale you I want to hear you
I didn’t stuff those
Down your throat for nothing
I love the structure of this poem. I find that my work is in some ways similar and in some ways, not. I am similar in that I love brevity. I love clipped phrasing especially in dialogue. Now, do I always follow through with that? Not in the slightest. I also love long, flowing descriptions. So I just go back and forth depending on my mood. I would, however, like to be more like this author. I think that a lot more is said when less words are used. I also love the use of the second person. I do this quite frequently. Though I don't write much poetry anymore, when I do, it's usually in the second person. I think it creates more anonymity while still being incredibly intimate between the author and the reader.
Dawson, Morgan Elise. “She Said Relax.. This...Won't Hurt a Bit.” Glyph. 25 (2013): 127. Print. 2 October 2016.