“It’s not fair, after all, to lick tigers so small.” By Julia at D and A’s house

Saturday December 16, 2017
9:47pm
5 minutes
I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today!
Dr. Seuss

When I’m lucky enough
to feel lucky about my tongue
I think of her.
I think of how
all gums no teeth
she could hurl a yell
at any one of us;
have us quaking
in our boots.
Her tongue was a whip.
A weapon.
She used it and the
chorus did sing.
I got mine from her.
I borrowed it once
tried it on
liked it a hell of a lot
and then kept it
in my mouth
like a hard candy
turning it over
against my cheeks.
She could lick a tiger quiet.
She could hum a baby
back into the belly
of her mother.
She could break my
heart and crack it open
in the same breath.
When I’m lucky enough
to think about the origins
of my loud,
when I’m lucky enough
to think about my tongue,
the light in the room lifts.
I am soothed, tender lion cat
nuzzling in the neck
of her sister.
Calmed, the way
an anchovy might.

“It’s not fair, after all, to lick tigers so small.” By Sasha on her couch

Saturday December 16, 2017
4:24pm
5 minutes
I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today!
By Dr. Seuss

it’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair or claire or bear
it’s not nothing it’s not something it’s not deer it’s not mare
it’s not orange it’s not blue it’s not green it’s not pink
it’s a bit red it’s a bit bright it’s a bit right it’s a bit blink
tigers laughing and lions crashing and oh my oh my oh my
look at the clouds and look at the moon and look at the blue blue sky

it’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair or claire or bear
it’s a sewer rat in the desert who simply won’t share