The Utterance of Angela Bassett

Words by Oak Morse

If I could only twirl with words.

I want to waltz with Angela Bassett’s tongue,

the elegance of her speech,

a silver rainfall,

sentences sprouting from a golden canal,

rebirthing the potency of English.

Whatever she’s made of, may it send for me.

I’ll go where it tells me to go, to an outer world

or a bloody shore if I must.

Who taught you the cadence of Utopia?

Do you know when you utter, I absorb,

become the red of desire and a hint of envy.

To spin cashmere words with fine diction.

When your lips part, a giant butterfly flutters into the atmosphere.

May your grace teach me the secret to speech,

to burst with epiphanies.

Let me be a silhouette of your every statement, Angela,

whatever it takes, let the grace teach me,

soothe my gibberish tongue to sleep.

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