in the dream every word
is red paint
i speak, it look like a murder scene.

they try shutting my lips
with caution tape

but I am burnin’ my mouth down.

it’s gon’ come back to me
a new thing
no troll bridged tongue
no yawping
soundless empty.

in the dream
i am waiting for my mouth to be born

when she is…

everything gon’ be loud.