Poem of the Week

make my mouth into a jar 

spit inside me 

throw me into the air 

leave me there 

pretend that this is love. 

whisper: tonight, we will be children 

tomorrow, the feeling of being in two bodies at once. 

pray, if it gives you a tongue

a book for words that fall flat 

a book that does not like to be written in. 

where do you come from? 

i am from the back alley of the world.