
Maybe I’m too much teeth and not enough tongue,
Biting your lips crimson, leaving them
Swollen and raw
Teeth gripping the soft inside of my cheek,
Pulling my mouth with my finger like a fishhook
To see if my resistance at your words
Leaves a mark
I was bit by a dog and I think it feels the same as when
People leave you behind when
You tie your shoelaces,
Like being the third person walking behind,
Like being told to be quiet,
The shock, the hiding of tears
The being asked if something is wrong because
You’re acting strange, now
I think I have a habit of howling when I should whisper,
The interior of a pub on the exterior of a café
Or is it that I’m not right
You expect so much of me from one look
Painting a picture in your head that I can’t match,
Mainly because I don’t know if it exists
Because if it did, I’m not sure I could stop morphing into it.