“Every word that you speak / Is a word they have made.”

“Every word that you speak / Is a word they have made.”

devour my tongue, sow
the rich black asphalt



with my spongy teeth.
we are not taut enough



yet

string my sinews,

they are yours to make

sing, to make mockery

of my feeble throat.

BILE

BILE

expurgate
all the "ifs",

there is a
flesh here

underneath,
could it be yours?