michael j. mcclure

 

REND

 

 

Watch me I put my fist in my mouth because I can.

Oh, humiliated, you should do something with your mouth.

My doctor said that. He was stained up his chin.

 

I dress like a Christmas tree for a reason.

My doctor said. He had peachstrands clumped on his chin


and looking almost bloody. I nearly started crying.

 

I love you are you my airline ticket?


My jaw is sore at where it connects, please


talk back to me. I hear you breathing

 

your breath reminds me of tissue paper.

The thin drone you make when you sleep it nearly


breaks itself on darkness. And when you talk in light

 

I think it will be colored. Put your hand out I have


something to place in it. Please talk. Put your


hand out. Listen and if you start talking we can leave.