On days when my teeth are mountains,
the frontiers of truth wink
away, leaving me
naked to myself,
All gullies and no edges.
My excesses turn stillness into a boiling.
“Smash me till I’m whole” they chant.
Quietly at first, then
in the volume of bones.
Every tongue in the room turns,
Undulating, thick
with hesitation.
Obediently, I grow new organs for my own containment.
“My skin is a courthouse,” I plead,
offering you a confession so I have something
to smear myself into.
But when I open into the belly of discomfort,
I remember that I am more like a field and less like a tree.
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