Today’s poem is a sort of extreme reverse lipogram that only uses the letters in its title. I picked up this technique via Oulipo, but it’s actually much much older.
A lot going on here, so my apologies in advance for any delayed or lackluster interaction today or in the next week.
Sweet Things
High wine
High gin
High thigh
This sweet sin
This night sign
This tight hinge
Sweetness hisses
Wish thin
Wish sight
Wish win