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- coffee burns my lips before it ever touches them.
- and they do burn.
- blood sits closer to the surface
- of my mouth
- than anywhere else,
- always ready to spill,
- never ready to speak.
- my mom always listens so well
- even though i dont know what to say
- and my jaw clenches
- before i speak
- and my eye twitches
- when anyone looks at me.
- but my mother taught me
- to treat strangers like friends,
- to howl among wolves,
- that when wolves howl
- they are not simply
- teeth gnashing
- gums bleeding
- mouth full of blood
- they are singing the moon to sleep.
- please god
- may my tenderness be infinite
- may my lips be burnt
- and they do burn
- my lips burn
- before yours ever touch them
- and your hands
- hold mine
- before they are close enough
- i will let your fingerprints
- turn to flower petals
- on the branches of thin muscle
- and sore bones
- and old scars
- of my arms
- i wish i could be less wolf.
- i wonder if i can fabricate angels
- from the inside out
- cover my lungs with down
- grow feathers from flaws
- turn swan
- maybe my teeth are not yet too sharp
- to be filed down
- maybe when i scream
- people will know
- i intend to be gentle
- i intend to be a howl among wolves
- i intend to turn my shaking hands
- from fawns legs
- newly born
- into hands capable
- of holding my life in both hands
- and saying
- this is it
- my caucophony
- i will try to live
- i will keep reaching my hand
- into the cage
- you may bite it off
- a hundred times
- before i learn to step back
- please
- let me cradle the wolf out of you
- let me invite your teeth to bed
- let all of the blood on your hands
- mix with mine
- may our jaws intertwine
- may all of our flesh
- be mud
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