Song of Pearl

With a howl in her chest, 

and a pearl on her tongue,

she teaches me how 

to web my fingers.



Sew me back into her mouth! 

Make me a seashell 

strung with silken threads.



I push a coffin through her lips;

in the pearl she engraves my face.

(I will inhabit her 

but not yet, she says:

not yet.)



But in the dark trenches

my marbles roll in,

my water liles float,

my bear claws hummmmm

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Take me to her I say,

take me back into her mouth!

Sea shells strung with silken threads

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