Get in My Mouth, I Said

Scrumptious dumpling,
get in my
mouth! erst i crawl after you,
crumbing over linoleum.

 
Humble
concrete be
my napkin; delicate and
cock-frilled grains
congealed hard.

 
Co-labored
in the slick of ooze mud
like four score and flour
in my saliva netting –

 
Be gone and get into my mouth,
as if ocean sand.
Don’t muffin me; i told you;
just get in! i said.

 

Elisabeth Horan lives in Vermont with her long-suffering husband and two young boys, Peter and Tommy. They are the apple of her eye. She also enjoys knitting, riding dressage and singing Selena songs, drunk at 3am.