Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: Button: The Mouth's Man

The Mouth’s Man
by Harmony Button

Blind, I
smell of water.

Whistler,
check your pockets:

switch grass,
rushes.

Navigate this:
floral, herbal,
mulch & fountains

a fish
fat

there
for the grabbing.

Ferns as soft as feathers stain my hands:

wash basin

an open mouth.

Harmony Button recently completed an MFA in Poetry at the University of Utah, where she was awarded the Academy of American Poets prize in 2006. She has also received honors as a teacher of writing and continues to teach in Salt Lake City. Along with writing poetry, Harmony has begun work on a film documentary on school shootings and gun control in Utah.