i broke
my question to you
down over the back of my tongue
and couldn’t quite spit its lifeless body
out of the newly minted mausoleum of my mouth
it drips through the gaps between my plaque infested teeth
gelatine strings hanging from these small holes i watch you fluster
from the fear that what I have asked you is a flustering thing to ask someone
what is your book about?
you jam a thought into the pages
desperate to open up
a definition that captures what is surely more than any dust jacket summary
the air between our two bodies generates nerves that waver
wires through your body upright behind a table
dancing a repeating act of resistance to a stop
you tell me it’s about people
and someone dies like everything
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