Missy Steak

‘My Mouth is an Ugly Manhole of Misshapen Molars That Never Closes (Never Stops Stuttering)’ by Aaron Griffin

I need to shut me up, need to pull the mandible from its muscle and cease my mumbles. I put my foot in my mouth

and stomp while I hold me by the teeth. Jaw unhinges. cheeks rip down the middle, tearing the tendons that mold me.

I kiss what’s left of my lips, and make this mouth beautiful. Replace the umms with mums and daisies. I make my mouth a vase:

fill it with flowers, stuff stems of orchids and poppies down my gapping throat.

To make room I pull out my teeth and tongue, rip my Adam’s apple from my throat, and plant seeds in my stomach and lungs.

They drink from the bile, flourish and flower with tendrils that grow through my veins,

Roots plant deep in my intestines. Sprouts blossom from my eyes and nose; a bouquet to honor the death of noise.

I’ll become a garden of roses and I’ll build a bench on my forehead so passersby can sit, and enjoy the silence.

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Aaron Griffin called us from Boston, MA.

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