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March 2022
Mary Beth Hines
mbhinescreate@gmail.com / www.marybethhines.com
Bio Note: I recently learned about the Verse-Virtual community from following the work of some Kelsay Books authors. Kelsay recently published my poetry collection, Winter at a Summer House. The poem “Words,” included in the collection, fits March’s Food topic and touches upon many of the book’s themes. The poem “Manhattan “How To”” is a personal favorite that I thought might also fit well with the theme.

Words

We speak the truth
with silence, he and I—
wizened warblers, our throats
trembling stillness in rise.
 
He, an infant, rooting
for first words—Mama, Papa,
me leaving behind years
of rushing words—
 
syncopated verbs, precise
diction, crosswords, 
speeches, puns, pitches—
a labyrinth of language.
 
Though some chance refrains 
still linger on my lips 
along with the taste 
of that last persimmon,
 
so heady and rich,
pulpy nectar, sipped 
and savored down
to the last knife seed as
 
the baby cried 
his distress disguised 
as hunger for the tender 
tongue of touch.
Originally published in Sky Island Journal

Manhattan "How To"

Make with rye instead of bourbon.
Serve it straight up with a twist.
Lift the coupe glass. Dip your tongue.
Inhale deeply. Steady your wrist. 
Let your aches flow through molasses.
It’s a hot tub in a glass. 
Mix a second. Sip and lay back.
Spin downriver past regret.
Originally published in Snakeskin
©2022 Mary Beth Hines
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