All the boys and girls I had ever kissed were screaming together in a chorus, lipless, with open mouths, sharp little red teeth, gnashing.
In my head
In my head
And then I went to the green woods
For solitude and silence, and shame
And there, under the green boughs
I pulled the curtains of membranes
under their tongues, and my own,
over their heads, with thread
I needled, sewing up mouths
then I kisssd their faces like their mother, "goodnight"
and then they were mute,
and only could whimper
and then I left, feeling, yes
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
All the boys and girls I had ever kissed were screaming together in a chorus, lipless, with open mouths, sharp little red teeth, gnashing.
In my head
In my head
And then I went to the green woods
For solitude and silence, and shame
And there, under the green boughs
I pulled the curtains of membranes
under their tongues, and my own,
over their heads, with thread
I needled, sewing up mouths
then I kisssd their faces like their mother, "goodnight"
and then they were mute,
and only could whimper
and then I left, feeling, yes
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