Tipton Poetry Journal
About the Tongue Christopher Todd Anderson My tongue is a prodigy. If it had arms and legs, it would be on talk shows. It is a genius, it is buff and agile. Eyeless, it tells sweet from sour, bitter from salt. It could be the worldâ€™s best carnie or con man. It can wrestle its lover all night in the dirtiest hotel in Joplin, then spend the next morning singing Verdi and feasting on satsuma oranges. Sometimes words line up at its tip like third graders on a diving board, then plunge into the clean blue air. Though it can pronounce diphtheria and Quetzalcoatl, it can spit and slather, dangle and curse like any workworn lubber. Lock it in its toothy cage and, like Houdini, it twists itself free. You will never net it nor pull it ashore. Watch as, slick as an eel, it swims upstream through a river of gin.
An Indiana native who grew up in Fort Wayne, Christopher Todd Anderson is now an Associate Professor of English at Pittsburg State University in Kansas. His poems have most recently appeared in journals such as River Styx, Tar River Poetry, Ellipsis, Chicago Quarterly Review, and The Midwest Quarterly, where he also served as guest poetry editor for their 2013-14 print run.