Source: Love by Zachary Green

Every time she parts those lovely jaws

I can only hear the popping and squelching

and it won’t stop she just keeps opening and snapping

shut her mouth like a venus fly trap

but nothing flies in

and nothing flies out

and we all stare at each other’s Wal-Mart lip gloss and our

made-in-Taiwan faces and our

yellow bulimic’s teeth that mash our gum and when

I look at all these things with people faces and people voices

but they aren’t people

I want to sew up their goddamned mouths

but then I would have to do it to every other

goddamned person in the world just to be fair