As Long As the Ground Below Me Is Soft

by Carabella Sands

Replace the rag in my mouth with syrup from the tree you water with gold. The one you won’t share fruit from. The one you water with gold. I cut out my own teeth to taste it. To taste syrup and grow new teeth. To turn my mouth metal. My face metal. I want to be one of the sap statues crying in your garden. Kiss me then. Tell me I’m the most beautiful statue you have ever seen.

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