poetry

November 19, 2021

they are always surprised

 

they are always surprised when my tongue comes whipping out. it has not always been sweet. I had to learn to come gently. but I am tired of being the lesson. I am not the remedy to your aching. I will spit the poison out into your own mouth. don’t give me those eyes. I thought that’s what you like.

from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.