“Here’s an early creative writing exercise I was given: Choose fifty favorite words, and write a poem using those words. My poem began, ‘The Uzbek floozy burbled on the hurdy-gurdy,’ and ended, ‘oh, oh, the olalaberries.’ Make your list and then write from it.”
-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”
I will spare you my list of words, which made me realize that I don’t know how to spell words that I use in daily conversation. Also, several of the words were not English words, including my number one word, “Hablaba.”
and listen to your old Abba speak,
as the starry prevening
becomes a darkening secret
and the drifting leaf settles
I will trust to you,
in the grace of the dying fire,
the star-crossed story of revolution,
and the danger of the seemingly benevolent dihydrogen monoxide.
fondue into this slender chair
relevé your petite feet
and let me begin with an alliteration.