What
Hilary Sideris
Today I called the kettle
a bottle, my daughter
by my sister’s name.
I stumbled over antic,
how it’s almost antique,
reached in my deep
purse for what do you
call it, lipstick, toothpick,
mint, not what I thought
but what I meant.
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a bottle, my daughter
by my sister’s name.
I stumbled over antic,
how it’s almost antique,
reached in my deep
purse for what do you
call it, lipstick, toothpick,
mint, not what I thought
but what I meant.