o god there are days
when a mouth is an open
sore a nightmare of edges
no minion no saint it stirs up
the storm that stains the whole
day. parents used to tell their
children that if they misbehaved
the devil’s needle would stitch
their mouths shut forever.
as the dragonfly hovers, you
could eat tongue for dinner. and
buy a hedgehog. hide the soft.
behind the spine. the debate will go
on. what can and cannot hurt you.
like every good psalmist, it’s up to you.
the ratio between rage and praise.