mouths

mouths

sleeping next to the beast

that ate your bones

without letting poison sink

back through your skin

is no small feat

 

maybe this time

they’ll be more tender

is it ever?

anything but cold

 

i'm not left with brackle

but freezerburn bites

in the moment,

and i bite back

 

never dead

just a little rawer

softer than i was before

i left my teeth buried in your chest

now every sentence sounds sweet

like bubblegum pops

 

i grow back into your mouth

tiny seeds stuck

behind the places

teeth used to be

 

learn sharpness from lemons

bitter stings just as hard


Fall 2017