foryourbite.

There's a sound now;

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ear after ear after ear and after all

You can hear

Is this sound now.

Eyes are closed.

Bottom lip curls to be bitten and reassured it is still part of your mouth,

But your jaw it is listening and lolling as it does

And it loses grip on your lip as the sound rolls past.

Also your neck listens with tilt and with sway,

Leaning close to your shoulders which lock your arms in place.

At the end of your arms past the bone and the bend you are

Spelling out words in your palm.

Your fingers are tickling the sentences,

And you're sensitive

Skin clams up and you know:

When I finish writing,

When my body can't hear,

They'll be no more words left to recite.

Muffled and stunted and filtered through ears,

Bottom lip

Crying out

For your bite.