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Dentals and Fricatives

she has learned to speak again

or so i was told

lips moving in clouded atrophy

around dentals and fricatives

her heart winding its alarm clock

pausing just half past the hour

to take stock

of the drooling conglomerate

which once housed a reed

joy across octaves

her voice, a magnet

physical therapy at half past

she dreads pitying looks

charted notes

and though she sputters words as directed

she can also chant them

her under-exercised voice clear

on A flat

"F___ you--there's a fricative for you"


© 2016 Audrey Howitt

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