At night, inside the house:

the bowls are the color of bone & the bone is shaped like an egg. To make the bowl you must break the shell.

My mouth is a bowl: shell & yolk, egg cream, water glossed. I know the difference between full & filled.

This heart is a mouth. It only looks like heart. A heart is the color of cupcakes & that color is many colored.

A candle makes a heart-heat. A candle gilds what shines. Put this light behind you. I see through the skin.

I’ll bring you the skin of a heart with a candle inside to break the bone like an egg. & this pink shell of a mouth, mouthing the words.



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