poem about a poem
I need to tell y’all about my mouth
Talk to all y’all about my ribs and my skin
About how my body is machine
Is analytical
Is objective
Move fingers about moving water
Down throats
Down river
Did y’all know I have a mouth
Do you wanna know how it seems to work
I think it’s got something to do with bones
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That’s marrow deep
…voyeur with a side-eye.
This maintains a tone that I find deeply unsettling. It’s fantastic
Salute form….