My Mouth

My mouth is an empress.

Organizing her empire.

My mouth is a valley.

A grande mesa. A gorge crafted by centuries of collected water, channeled, sculpting, eroding and dispelling into ocean.

My mouth is momentum.

Fire creeping through pines devouring drought plagued lands.

My mouth is melted earth warming fresh spring water.

My mouth is the graffitied drainage ditch off highway 115 and the manholes under Shooks Run Trail.

My mouth is soil.

Sand slammed by moon tidal waves.

My mouth is a monument.

Stardust. Ancient artifacts crafted and rediscovered.

My mouth is.

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