Gloog? I hear, understanding
The question assigned this spirit.
Gloog? Maybe a shifting of beer
Going into the freezer, keeping it
At a temperature I can consume.

Gloog? I went back, again, and again,
And, over the years have decided Gloog
Is a word. Not a special effect,
An effect-special, keeping it
At a temperature I prefer.

Gloog. Again, the shifting of liquid
Gurgles its sounds. I have to smile.
I gloog back, forgetting I’m human,
Affecting my senses of special defects,
Keeping me, at room temperature.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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