“Mouth like the lock on a jewelry
box. Mouth like a bruise,
like something that gets
under the skin.
Mouth like where the hell did she
come from?
Mouth like a marching band, like
a parade of sighs.
Mouth like she must be magic,
she must be.
Mouth like pick a card, any card.
Mouth like an opera. Mouth like
I don’t understand you but
I am crying, anyway.
Mouth like a river, like diving
head-first into it. Mouth like a
coffin you want to die in.
Mouth like you’ll never recover,
like nothing will ever be like this
again, and you’re sure of it.
Mouth like do you love her?
Mouth like do you love her or do
you just not want to kiss anyone
else?”