mouth – other animals

the wind by itself won’t shuffle any new words into that open mouth unless you swallow this jeweled spider rescued from the attic of justly isolated children

what would it sound like
to walk out on the sound

gulls chase
gulls for a bit

that sound
breathing
needles

so I hope for green
through the still black
door to see color to
burst into bloom into
color burst and burst

what thoughts I would have liked
putting them on a shelf or

but what would it sound like
opening my mouth the way

the white heron hides its neck
am I too late

do I keep
taking notes on sheets of ice

can’t remember if I’ve read this one before and dotting the letters that need sway into a ditch made muddier by my mouth and how do you say all the that’s inside behind mirrors twisted down a blind alley stuffed between cushions on a couch no one likes but no one wants to give away

something other than the hook in your mouth? Hold the end of this

(First published in Under the Basho.)

in your mouth but only for a minute the moonlit trees

potatoes planted in glass ground by mouth

my mouth at right angles to loneliness a little song