It’s mostly the way the word just drops
from your mouth, over before you even
start, and lands somewhere, like the sloppy
plunging sound of vomit as you heave
into the toilet. If that seems like an
unnecessary image for me to
plant in your head, I wonder if you can
suggest a less repulsive way to use
the word plop. Because most people think
of poo and various other semisolids and liquids you’d never drink
or even want to touch. Really, aside
from the patter of fat falling raindrops
there’s just no polite way to use plop.
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Holly Painter is a Creative Writing MFA graduate of the University of Canterbury in Christchurch, New Zealand. Her poetry has been published on four continents, and in dozens of literary journals and collections, including the New Zealand Listener, Sport, Landfall, JAAM, and the Cream City Review. Holly lives in both Ann Arbor, Michigan and Singapore and works as a copy-editor, a poet-for-hire (adoptapoet.wordpress.com), and a volunteer at 826michigan. Her submssions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.
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fabhcun
/ May 31, 2013I like this.
Sometimes words strike me, just like this one, or ‘bubble’. They have a sound of their own.