Embodiment of Text

A Poem by Laura Judith

When writing comes to life... 2012

She slips her feet into the
cool feel of the comma and period,
carefully placing each in its
predetermined point in her mind.

Her thighs and torso
are wrapped in the superfluous adjectives
that create the illusion of symbolism
that appeals to all ages, shapes and sizes,
and give off an appeal that is
so very hard to obtain.

Piled on her chest are
many lavish verbs with twinkling adverbs,
creasing around her bosom so
no literal action is left to consider,
but one must still cogitate the
meaning behind the unrestrained words.

Her neck is adorned with
all those little words that mean so much.
All the pronouns, conjunctions, and
atop the bunch is a jutting interjection
of a chin.

On her head rests a handsome bow
lined with exclamation and tied
with a petite question mark.

She walks out the door
for all the world to see,
and if one would just look closely,
one can almost see inside of her,
all the mechanisms and glitches that
are just a part
of being alive.