The Girl Who Was Saturday

Crisp, with a tang of salt and a bitter bite; Smooth in the throat as it stimulates the tongue; Sharp to the taste as it’s colorful to ...

The fruit be bitter that you hold in hand; I know, for it was mine an hour before. And will you taste it, sweet?  Is your demand More pot...

I will be patient as my day is long, Proverbially soft and quick to please,

This is (hopefully) the first pair of poems in a series on the Seven Deadly Sins and the virtues opposed to them. Ehhhrrrr . . . enjoy? It...