She reached for grapes <br />and grasped a cluster of words, <br />which she crushed in her fingers <br />to make a concoction of nouns <br />and verbs, demonstrative adjectives, <br />and then she drank them, <br /> <br />bitter.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-plath-2/
