Belief

my heart has fingers

which sift through
your hair, ice-cold in the
daylight

you sing to me
“what do you believe in?”

i believe in
my tongue: suspended
from the roof of my mouth

 

(originally published in On the Rusk – Issue Five, August 2014)

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