11.10.09

chew away my tongue
because i keep licking
the snot and tears off
the blood dried lips
where the bird wings fall
and you wrap me in feathers
mummified with care
until the sun rises seven
days from today
and teeth are worn
as accessories
for date day is planned
and my knuckles are lonely
each space between bone
fits the letters of your name
and i fall asleep in your laughter
and awake in the bathtub





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