Peristalsis is the heart and soul of this poem.
If you know what that means,
the poem conveys one thing
to you, and one thing only.
If you don’t know what it means,
then the poem’s intent
could be anything at all.
A flower or a disease.
A cat or exotic foreign recipe.
The possibilities are endless,
bounded only by your imagination.
Far be it from me
to ruin that blissful freedom
by revealing what the word means.
Best you swallow your pride,
embrace the uncertainty,
and make it be whatever
you want it to be.
Which will mean
that, in the end,
we’ve really written the poem
Me the words.
You the intent.