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Tired of Ubiquitous
Ullage: The amount by which a container, such as a bottle or cask, falls short of being full.
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It is not the wine, but
air above the wine, that wantonly seduces with blackberries and myrrh, |
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Ululate: To howl, wail,
or lament loudly. |
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so we inhale to fling
open our tongues, |
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Urticate: To sting or whip with or as if with nettles. |
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and cast the prickly
and silky flagellations of our desire. |
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Usufruct: The right to use and enjoy the profits and advantages of something belonging to another
as long as it is not damaged or altered in any way. |
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I mean you have earned
the trust of my knees, the snag of my elbows, the scars on my knuckles, the small drop of my belly. |
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Utricle: In men, the
small vestigial pouch near the junction of the ejaculatory tubes and the urethra representing the undeveloped remnants of
the uterus and vagina. |
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To this other self
you carry within you, who looks at me through her hands as she twists her hair and dances a puzzled step of her own invention,
Uxorious: Excessively devoted to one’s wife.
I say
this to make you long for me all over again.
| First appeared in Paper Street, Spring 2004
Copyright Nancy Taylor Everett
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