accidentally leaving a glove in a year that hasn’thappened. The tongue wanders strange graystreets, its sour and sweet buds lit up withthe nightingale’s hunger, glowing like a jellyfishin the rain. Now the tongue knows no house canpromise safety. Not the sheath of mouth. Not eventhe body, which laughs at the body of time, stretched —Melissa Studdard
One response to “the bird forgets its tongue, like a time traveler”
Holy cow Tom! You got it all…..the sun dog on Elephant and the wispy-ist wisp of the moon!!!