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noun

1. pale wooden beads in your mouth.
2. tangling bracelet string around your tongue.

french
adjective

eggy bread with raspberry jam.

cap·tain
noun

1. paper dissolving in your mouth -
2. fibres clamping your taste buds as though you spit ink.

i·rrit·ate
verb

a mosquito laps orange juice from the crook of your elbow.
drowns.

ash
noun

1. raw mushrooms. dirt streaked.
2. you eat them in your second-best friend’s conservatory.

bait
noun

wet spinach and kiwi.

coll·ect
verb

drinking milk straight out the bottle. you become a magpie for gold caps.

moor
noun

symphonies of watermelon juice dripping down your chin
to the beat of teeth cracking black seeds.

name
noun

1. i don’t know the taste of my own name. perhaps it is similar to the indescribable smell of your own skin, or home. familiar tastes like vanilla extract and similar tastes like honeydew melon but my name -
2. your name tastes like roasted crushed tomatoes and fresh basil. kiss it from the corners of my lips.
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synesthetic translations

Emily Hana

tur·quoise
noun

1. pale wooden beads in your mouth.
2. tangling bracelet string around your tongue.

french
adjective

eggy bread with raspberry jam.

cap·tain
noun

1. paper dissolving in your mouth –
2. fibres clamping your taste buds as though you spit ink.

i·rrit·ate
verb

a mosquito laps orange juice from the crook of your elbow.
drowns.

ash
noun

1. raw mushrooms. dirt streaked.
2. you eat them in your second-best friend’s conservatory.

bait
noun

wet spinach and kiwi.

coll·ect
verb

drinking milk straight out the bottle. you become a magpie for gold caps.

moor
noun

symphonies of watermelon juice dripping down your chin
to the beat of teeth cracking black seeds.

name
noun

1. i don’t know the taste of my own name. perhaps it is similar to the indescribable smell of your own skin, or home. familiar tastes like vanilla extract and similar tastes like honeydew melon but my name –
2. your name tastes like roasted crushed tomatoes and fresh basil. kiss it from the corners of my lips.