Punch like a fist through teeth, and
watch as the breaking gets done;
with the wind, as it envelops my silhouette,
I’m somewhere near Mind Fucks, Ohio, but
no one is left there to count them (fucks),
or care, but I have a new pair of harlots to storm;
the gall slips out from under me like a rug,
pulled swift—to me, my knees, and my reasons to leave.
I left so suddenly it was magic to others;
breaking my teeth and giving me treasons;
we’re all animals—it’s mine that I’ve wanted
to give back for some time; so we tremble and
quake, get all ridiculous, for something to come back.
On the lips, where the mouth is cracked,
like a jaw set back up with wire and tack,
I tell them that I’ve got nothing more to say—
my jaw and my heart have been broken for days.