Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Blowing on Ice Cream

Blowing on Ice Cream

In a few minutes,
you will wish that
the soup you are
blowing on now
were warmer. Where
is that perfect
experience, and
why do we expect
to discover it,
the triple scoop
ice cream cone
not leaking
through the
napkin, along
your palm and
wrist, that hot
tomato soup
coddling the
the roof of your
mouth like
bathwater does
your body,
only endlessly.

5 comments:

  1. Ah, yes, the desire for endless perfection.... I'm glad I outgrew it! Love this--and how it bounces off the image!

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  2. Like this a lot, Hannah. I am always so delighted with what you discover in words after being inspired by an image.

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  3. what fools we are, eh? who really wants mediocrity?

    xo
    erin

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  4. Just right, Hannah! A touch of the Preverts here inside your own unique voice.

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