Dry Mouth
from Heart-Shaped Hands.
Published in
Aug 29, 2021
My mouth watered
for your crisp forbidden apple,
so I sewed my lips shut.
If I stayed quiet,
the preachers didn’t care
I was choking on my own spit.
You can find more memoir/prose by Slaidey Valheim here on the Bits & Bones publication.
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