Honey
by Ann Bogle
I realized that some people would sooner falsely rumor someone to have committed a serious crime than to say she has cellulite. A.) Does she?
If she does not have cellulite or if the rumorer does not know she has it and yet says it, it serves as slander: derogatory and untrue.
Cellulite is legal to have, by the way.
So I am tempted not by perjury itself but by referring to falsely rumoring crime even outside the courtroom as perjury. I'd hike those steps.
What is the courtroom to high wives? It is a bank in which to buy up. The force seems female. She cannot recall feeling the root of decision.
On that special day, country wives tote the ox on a rope of hemp to court. Who gets the ox? Does one spouse abduct it or its custody shared?
The married stay married and care for each other through any real estate storm. Fifty is an anniversary to them, not an executive start-up.
Tinny laws run through the landscape like barbed wire: stay home, cow! laws. Leviticus would be preferable to me. At least my heart knows it.
you have a knack for defamiliarizing the language. this is high modernism and i like it. *
Sui generis.
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I liked this, then I read Okum's comment, and now I know why. *
Transgenre
Reading your works - as with this piece - is like being inside the thinking process
Dind't finish... Especially connect with the closing stanza. I like.
I like how that last line concerning Leviticus casts a light on some of the questionable or absurd legal and moral practices of our daily lives. "*"
Depersonalization at its best.*
*, Ann. I really like how you always seem to intelligently find new uses and meanings for our words.
**"She cannot recall feeling the root of decision."
Me, too. I've not recalled exactly that.
Hi Ann, I like this. It feels new to me. Familiar and old, but also new. I've been trying to put my finger on why it works, and I think it comes down to good voice. Anyway, it makes me want to read more by you.
Thank you for reading this, all, glad you enjoy it. That helps me enjoy it, too. A zero on this poem would not work! This gives me a feel for it, that you fav'd and like it. And of bar jokes I could tell about it. FBar is Frederick Barthelme. Haven't been to any other bar lately. He may have cued the joke. I will not repeat it. It's about the title, the title of Honey.