The Fiddleback

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Eating a Cherry-dipped Cone without Cracking the Shell

I bit the tip of a Dairy Queen ice cream

swirl to turn its soft insides out,

to tap vanilla, while vanilla opened my mouth,

my bitter-root teeth—sharp things

I learned as I first tasted cherry: the prick of cold

the flex of milk             then melting skin.

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Marilyn has written for community publications in Bozeman, MT and Whitefish, MT. She has also read her work live at the Blue Horse Gallery in Bellingham and during local dance performances. She has published her flash fiction in Larks online fiction magazine and is Managing Editor for the literary journal Bellingham Review.

 

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