Brad Reyes © 2004 All Rights Reserved

Finality of Mouth

we dipped buckets and
buckets
of dark early morning
inside our mouths,

and the finality of mouth,
and the vast, cool water
of mouth —
it floats,
spins in ponderance
of spine,

and the thought
of you
like nouns
dripped in verbs
like we
and love
tucked between
the hips,

it brings me this
hard-coming
hope: a fleck of birth
in a dark
of dead air.

 

Evan Nagle
Copyright © 2004

 

Evan Nagle is a part-time writer and a part-time farmer. He lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.

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