black teeth

walking holes in our shoes
hands stitched and restitched together
the haunt of the last time overlapping
overlapping onto our eyelids, and
you've never seen it before

tongues stuck
up against the windows
close enough to see through the other side of you
buried thigh deep in the waves of mouthnoise

I cannot read you

shaking barren and wet
wry and snarling
all of a sudden
concerned with an ancient limp

my black teeth jewelling up your neck
for the admiration of my crowd selves
all enemies residual and sticky