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To: epicure who wrote (954)	8/27/2001 9:33:09 AM
From: Poet	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 51730

I found a lovely poem this morning, whose theme is the feel of words in the mouth, one of my favorite topics. English Flavors by Laure-Anne Bosselaar I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for six good conduct points on Sundays after mass. Love it when 'plethora,' 'indolence,' 'damask,' or my new word: 'lasciviousness,' stain my tongue, thicken my saliva, sweet as those sticks--black and slick with every lick it took to make daggers out of them: sticky spikes I brandished straight up to the ebony crucifix in the dorm, with the pride of a child more often punished than praised. 'Amuck,' 'awkward,' or 'knuckles,' have jaw- breaker flavors; there's honey in 'hunter's moon,' hot pepper in 'hunk,' and 'mellifluous' has aromas of almonds and milk. Those tastes of recompense still bittersweet today as I roll, bend and shape English in my mouth, repeating its syllables like acts of contrition, then sticking out my new tongue-- flavored and sharp--to the ambiguities of meaning.