ery in this body.
I was meant to have your tongue in my mouth.
.
That is why I stand by your great plaster lips
waiting for your voice to unfold from its dark slot.
.
Your hand clenched into the shape of a bottle.
Your mouth painted shut on the answer.
Your eyes, two blue mirrors, in which I am perfectly denied.
.
I open my mouth and I speak
though it is only a thin sound, a leaf
scraping on a leaf.
*Louise Erdrich, "The Sacraments"
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what I'm listening to: "Love Affair," Nina Kinert, you won't feel a thing la lala - totally gets under your skin, this song
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faintedink'skid
