In the end
The yard was full of fallen peaches like
the inside of mouth. Like sun
when it trips and starts
to spoil. Damp
as milk.
I told him things I’d want to hear as if
we were the same. As if he wanted
or I knew. Those who want
to feel it all don’t feel enough
to be wary.
The ruined are spared little.
Just the burden of
being monsters.
Sister where are you
Words are sounds the poor mouth makes. Filled with water
and we only know the soft curve of vowels. The tip of tongue
on palate in the L of love. What’s there to say, we crush things
with our lips, even what we make ourselves. Especially those.
Jaws are real wish bones, they wish and wish and then splinter.
Did you know, there are four reasons to speak and one to hear.
Listen to the breath in your mouth when it’s too hard to swallow.
Have you seen my little sister? She was here and looked like you.