canker
on my inner lip
hangs
an impatience;
chew it through
bimonthly.
floods my poor mouth with pus before work
again.
must i choose words?
a year now
hangs
on that impatience,
and there are hairs below my once smooth chin.
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Love the shape of this poem on the page and love:
on my inner lip
hangs
an impatience;
Dare I say it? This poem is…atmospheric! (sorry). I, too, love “on my inner lip / hangs / an impatience”