When you came
into my mouth
opened wide enough
to forget
how to swallow
light: this surrendering
the body is my skin
tracing starved beauty
in climax: us
lying in the dark
shadow of another
lord: give me your dying
words like father
or my tongue
disappearing before
you: welík’ipckse
so tell me this
when you’ve forgotten
how to open
your lips into my name—
father: which is
another way to say shadow:
failed daylight
you say: the sky
touching the body: I
find myself entering
a night again wounded
enough for the snow—
shined with moon
—to reorder the stars with
our faces: broken
through with so many
American mouths: like
ghosts singing
the very last bright word they
remember: amen.
Michael Wasson
This Dusk in a Mouth Full of Prayer