sometimesihatemycat

While silent
There was an itch
To the left of my chin
It opened my mouth
And crawled right in
Over bone and tooth
Down bumpy gum
Under and around
My swollen tongue
Tasting of an empty tin
Nothing there except
Echoes and gin
It was time to get up
Spit and speak again

— April Resnick

Still-Life with a Skull, by Philippe de Champaigne

~ by April on September 5, 2013.

Posted in Body, Food & Wine, Identity, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Gin, Itch, meditation, poetry, Silence, Speaking