Author Wendy Videlock has a moth in her palm,a river on her tongue,a scalpel in her boat,a lump in her throat,a gamble in her shoe,a fire in her den,a shadow in her flesh,a flutter in her breast,like everybody else. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments