Word of Mouth
not my mouth youre using, is it. Im
the only person inside, right. Wrong. I seal my
lips shut, clamp my teeth, but still your tongue
moves within. But theyre not your lips and
tongue, theyre mine. Ive used them
all my life. Your tongue slipped around my
eyetooth and couldnt see what you were
saying. Old sayings are eternal.
Though I think
the words I speak are mine, outside agitators
hijacked them, usurping ownership of my mouth. I
seek no wider territory except my mouth. When I
say, stop mouthing off, that means you. I heard
you tonight as I brushed my teeth; you slid
between my teeth as I flossed. Im not you
and have no major complaints in life, but get the
hell out of my mouth.
paranoid, but wouldnt an invasion, using my
mouth as Nazi Quislings and their collaborating
mouthpieces, make one approximate paranoia? These
are my lips, voice box, tongue, glottal stop,
teeth, and palate. Youre foreign: you have
no passport or visa, probably you first entered
my mouth as the dental hygienist cleaned my teeth.
Youve employed high tech surveillance,
hampering my ability to speak my own mind. My
mouths guerrillas will hit you where
youre most vulnerable.
filling rattled around today and I spit it in the
garbage. If you like, Ill send a suicidal
bomber after I can be certain its your
mouth he blows up. Catastrophes bring out
opportunities; the insurgency builds like plaque
on my teeth, but not your plaque.
Have you heard
me literally speaking in tongues? You moved my
lips then, now telling me dont make puns,
the lowest sense of humor. I simultaneously spoke
as you chewed me out for being lowbrow, and I
said this: Move outta here, you have nothing to
lose but my mouth. Russia lost its soviet
republics and youll also surrender
territories you once had.
When you tell
the world that I have violent thoughts,
youre an accomplice to murder. Its
not I who has to serve time in a Super Max, but
you. Today, when I introduced a fake stutter your
mouth wasnt prepared for, you crept in
through my nostrils, not unlike a prisoner force
fed by a feeding tube, which is torture.
This morning I
gagged, coughed, couldnt breathe, had an
asthma attack, and nearly choked to death. But
that disaster killed you, a morsel of food jammed
down your throat. Thankfully, a companion
administered the Heimlich maneuver, reached from
behind and pulled hard on my stomach, and the
obstruction ejected from my mouth. My insurgents
then rescued me. They lobbed a peach pit into
your windpipe, and it choked you to death.
speaking for myself, what are friends for.