My Accent
Winner - Poetry

hates it when heads tilt, loves
to touch teeth to lower lip,

taps tongue in Morse Code,
sibilants sing slang praises,

makes words palatable
on the palate, not concrete

constructions, sand on top of dug up soil
on top of broken branches on top of free-

flung debris. My accent appreciates
the thunk of Germanic, shuns
multi-syllabic Latinate lit by gold.