the ulcers in my mouth become portals
where are you widening?
i'm no stranger to stigmata
& other blights. root with my tongue
in the reeds. you kissed me
like a jungle flower. i'm a collage
of sting. i don't want to be sewn back up.
i want to follow the openings
until there's no more tunnel
or till. sharp red gum. i am chewing
on the length of our hearts.
i want to know how
much sadness a throat can burrow
& how long we are going to wait
for the next pair of teeth.
i am missing every once-flat skin
where we used to take our biting.
&, like a bird feeder, you parcel
yourself into like coins.
the trick is to tell the portal
you can't be gone very long.
i disspear into my own skin.
water & worry. we could have been
gate-cutters. we could still
etch fences on each other's backs.
i want you to be a scissor holder
or at least the knife you search for
in the dim kitchen's light.
i open my mouth for you to see
& the light shines through
all the holes. my perferated
cheese grater skull. little disco light.
dance myself a new face & you will
crowd-find me & think i'm a new devil.
in my dreams, i take you
onto my tongue
& you sticky-note flicker.
i want to tell you
what you shouldn't know. here are
all my pockets. look quickly
they're each getting deeper.