[This piece was submitted in a response to Writing Assignment #47]
By John Wilmes
- soapy: the bubbly sensation covering my washing hands daily and sometimes multi-hourly, germs a fear of the still-running mind when i awake unwarranted in the 3 AM winter, making sure that i'm okay and getting my paws all wet and warm.
- soar: high and winged, the sky blue and almost empty, the occasional white around there, too.
- Soares, Raphael: responsible for the invention of the monocle.
- soaring: like when I've told a girl I like her---regardless of whether she likes me back.
- soave: to cut in half, if food, and of a pale hue.
- sob: to be hurt and not realize it until weeks later, the guitar loud through the speakers in your room, your friends having just left, your limbs trembly and your face-skin renewing as the wet stuff pours over it.
- S.O.B.: a red-faced father, trying to make his son red-faced, too.
- sobeit: the shrug of acceptance when a necessary bad happens, like every day if you don't me doing saying so.
- sober: a typing-mooded condition, not for everyone.
- sober-headed: like how i am when i make myself a grilled cheese, cutting the tomatoes and peppers nicely, squarely and slice-like to put them strategically onto the melting dairy nourishment, the bread browning and my head looking to forward to un-bogging as i feel more fibrous and right, fed.
- suberize: to bloat into big, concrete-and-steel something with bodies running circadian through, green flying stacked from their hands into drawers and leather pouches.