mother tongue
you cut my
tongue out
string it with
flowers
and wear it
around your
neck as a
medal
of what i've
done
or what i
haven't done
and what i
might become
to the
point
where i
lose track
of truth
and
fiction
taking my
tongue back
i feel the
crippled
words
slip out
like
gravel
KLC, Iran
7/12/01
los angeles
Email: katlachatte25@hotmail.com