Poetic texts from mouthplace

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This is the place
This is the place on your face that I sail from. This is the place I tumble from, dive and sing from. This is the place. This mouthplace. I throw-up cackles, like armfuls of crows, and then the slap and calm of mouth flesh. Spittle runs inside my gobbish sentence. I trail damp words. And this is the place on my face that I sail from.

Semi-colons;
Afterwards,
I lean forward
and cough up
ink,
and spit,
and semi-colons;

Hummingbirds
I jumped in with my lips clenched, gasped at the cold, and a swarm of hummingbirds flew out of my mouth.

I’m falling silent
I’m falling silent.
She doesn’t speak today.
Words are failing me.

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