you pull on the tab of his tongue but no words come out
everything you want to hear comes echoing back at you,
your own and only voice. prying out your knucklebones,
they make no noise when tossed. through the film covering
your eyes you can’t read calcified divinations. an old
woman finds one in the street, pockets it, but it will only
bring her bad luck. screamless, you punch and kick at his
body until a front tooth is dislodged, and you suck on it
like a lozenge. the only piece of him you are allowed to
keep. hello, hello, you call into the cavern of his mouth.
alone, alone, your voice returns back to you.