Mouth

I believe there is virtue in vulnerability
The ability to open, and open again
The way the mouth must, in order for us
To nourish ourselves, to make and re-make

And yet what must it be like,
To carry so much upon your Self:
To bear a Galaxy glowing in your pocket
To hold a gaping maw of need in the other
And yet still feel so swollen with want?

I believe there is virtue in vulnerability
The ability to open, and open again
But then the mouth is only a door to other things
And we are all just passing through

We are not stories to pass on.

 

 

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