Her Neologism Poem by richard ilnicki

I was famished,
that lean and hungry look,
but not of Cassius.
An obvious perishing
was taking place; the decline and fall
of my immune system.
A new antigenic marker
had invaded the secret space,
the place of hidden letters.
My mind was devouring itself
bite by subtle bite.
It was then she saw me
standing on the bottom of the corner
of a perfect circle.
When she saw me so hungry
she gently lassoed me,
pulled me to herself
and lovingly gave me a new word
on which to feast.