By Jeffe Ivany
Oh – O,
my favorite face,
your fat form rolling right into ‘My Fucking God’
Whether propped up by H,
or leading the Irish clans by the apostrophe,
Oh how I love thee O.
Be my literary donut,
sweeter than all the other vowels
glazed in consonants
rolling off my tongue…
Oh-O, Oh O, Ohhhhhh, Oh, OH, O!
Uh-O.
About the Author
Jeffe Ivany is a prolific writer of emails and the occasional technical document. He is also taking a stab at writing words without getting paid for them. A father of six and returning student at Selkirk College, he makes his home in Nelson, B.C.
