mothmouth

mothmouth by M’Taeka   Hands full of powdered grout, shuttered lungs hooded over a cluttered heart beating buttered clout into legs scarred with a coward’s doubt, moths in his mouth—but it out, tie it up, tie it down. Sighing, crying, he’s lying now, blithe in the writhing pyre of untimely demise climbing blindly up the […]

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w’all

we all carboload, we all have to stop in traffic, we all make accidental eye contact, we’ve all felt mind numb, we have all looked at ourselves in a locked stall, pants drawn, and wondered why it made us vulnerable. we are all being gorged by pills, news feeds, scheduling conflicts (like not wanting to […]

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tea kettle, extinguisher, and a camera facing the fire escape

mouth, nose, eyes. the pause to speak between anger and patience something boils like the first whimper of the tea kettle. on the escape, the shrouded figure sends a voyeuristic telex, clicking away out the window to the receiver, a letter growing in the dark where she sleeps. taking hits of foam from the extinguisher, […]

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