Poetry & Prose

Rise & Set

No words, just lips and teeth

Crescents and puckers, dimples and wrinkles

Morning breath and mussy eyebrows

We stretch into the cotton-blend coziness of our quietude


No words, just lips and teeth.

Gritted and pursed, gnawing a fleeing truth

Twisted fingers and averted eyes

We wrestle with the ropes of our reticence

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