A Labor of the Mouth



Just something that came one day.

It's a fine drop of sweat you drip. And
it's a fine glint of light that glances off the hammer's head.

It doesn't begin with the taste of her lips
Nor rounded hips.
It begins deep and down
Transcending the widening yaw of birth.

But the gnaw that claws the heart isn't stilled.

So build a bigger home
Beget your ballsy daughters and quickening sons
Bring them to table and break bread
For all your labor is of the mouth.

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