The best poem I’ve ever written
lived in my tongue
with the welcomed audience consisting of
my drunk lover
and tree branches that curled above me
If you asked me to recite it
the syllables would insist
they stay frozen on my salty tongue.
they live inside of me
the tree
and boy,
2 out of three are forgetful
and the one with good memory
does not speak.

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