Comments about Cory McClellan
I overheard a joke in a map,
burned my ears with snowdrops.
I didn’t understand the language of her laughter,
mouth shook like a pigeon feather,
telling a poem with only one word.
Reading a Russian-English dictionary,
writing a letter,
a girl opened her raspberry tea stained lips;
stumbling over the translation of kiss.
She didn’t notice me inside her pencil,
reading about her ancient city,
waiting to bite the music off her teeth.