blank . by S. Chenmy teeth ache
and i think of you
strange, the things
that touch me when
i am alone with my
paper tongue and short
fingers
i am sure the mermaids
will not turn you away
waiting, intermittently
breathing, like a fish who
has learned to inhale
out of water
this is the part where
you should turn to me and say
the curtain has fallen
and touch my mouth as
lightly as sunlight on
the faces of the blind
10/20/2003 Posted on 10/20/2007 Copyright © 2024 S. Chen
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