Love Poem: Oracle Voices
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Written by: Anais Vionet

Oracle Voices

I’m Imagining a place where we make sense - the hot-chocolate 
safe-house where we’ll tongue wrestle, watch Gossip Girl reruns
and cuddle - sustained by love and Cinnamon Life cereal.

This dark, coffin-like clock in the corner whirrs, mechanically.
Suddenly a little yellow-clock-bird bursts, jumping-jack-like,
through a tiny door on a blue, tongue-suppressor diving board.

“Cuckoo!” it shrieks, to mock me. “Shut up!” I say defensively 
but it repeats, “Cuckoo!” like an oracle - an unfeeling instrument 
of adult logic.