My poem ‘Word OCD’ was selected for publication in Tincture Journal, Issue 13, Autumn 2016.
She collects words in snap-lock packets
so they won’t go stale. Each word
in its individual packet, each word
precious. She runs her fingers over the plastic
and stops; one of the snap-lock seals is half-open.
So she melts some butter in the pan, dips
the word in egg and fries it.
When the butter bubbles the edges crispy,
she turns it onto the plate. Divides the letters up.
‘Don’t play with your words,’ her mother says.
‘Eat it up, go on.’ So she spears a letter,
now yellow-grey with yolk and ink, onto her fork.
It hovers mid-air and she knows that if she takes
a bite, the letter ‘J’ will fishhook-stick in her throat.
Instead she wraps it all up, hides it
in the back of the freezer.
First published in Tincture Journal, Issue 13, Autumn 2016