I’m working on it
Nibbles of taste buds at a time
don’t seem to be as effective
as jawbones lopping off lengua
and knitting it back together
with toothpicks
Bite your tongue, they say.
I have, many times.
See this stitch?
And this one, ad infinitum?
If you pick these sutures apart
I bleed, too.
And so would she.
That’s why I wear the beads of her hands
of gold and white,
elasticated and easy to snap,
suffocating my skin every day.
We actually feel pain, you know.
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