like Mund, or mouth. Something that widens and glows.
Sometimes you see me like a planetary affliction. Body that pulls.
But then you remember I am just as meat as you are. Waiting to be
swung from the butcher’s hook. Of another mutual mismanagement
of emotion. Torn skin, bitten tongue. A tooth swallowed spends its
remaining time chewing oblivion, conversing with the acid. A kind
of cannibalization process. You want to hear my throat move.
Instead, you go outside and kill time w/ the roads, bathed in stone.
Listen. Something has followed you home.
Image: Art by hannah duckwall, 2023.