Poetry Appearing in Poetry In Motion® Portland

How It Feels

Alice Stori

Twisted. A sweater wrung
           in a towel to dry. Gnarled.
A tree stump where leprechauns
           might hide in a pot of gold. Contorted
           around its center like a Chinese acrobat.
Convoluted, wound up, bent: my tongue
           when speaking from my heart
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"How It Feels." Copyright © 1999 by Alice Stori. Reprinted by permission of the author.


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