Against the Tongue

Against the Tongue

The year I spent
a summer locked away,
shades drawn and lights dimmed,

I saw more in shadows,
headlights across the walls,
unanswered door-knockings. Always,

“What did they want?”
Band candy, surveys, ministry,
something more sinister?

Left unknown
in this house. My father said,
we wait for the answering machine.

No answers
in the horoscope, tea leaves, cards
today. My knees ache

from all this falling,
eyes closed. Mouth open–
come into me, O savior,

for this, at least, is connection.



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