Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
In My Mouth
Love, the word:
warm and rolling.
Itself brittle,
taut, wary.
I had it on a forceps;
it escaped.
I swallowed it.
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