poem that drools by Emilia Hamra

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IN MY MOUTH I GOT one toothbaby 
rootless 
possible poor woman’s laugh 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT cardamom particles
spice enough for a runny nose 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT hot rain for you 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT cannot 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT afterthought 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT safety pins 
i’m saving up for the throat 
of my decapitated screech owl 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT sore 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT to ask 
are you sleeping with the ocean? 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT the wish 
to kiss you 
like a man 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT no termites 
no snowflakes 
no outloud 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT your tooth gone missing
in Laos 
your party trick moth 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT to be with you
for a little while

IN MY MOUTH I GOT so many kinds of smiles
not all of them prototypes 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT STOP 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT no/no/no/no/no/no/no

IN MY MOUTH I GOT songs lodged deeper than the stars

IN MY MOUTH I GOT used to it 

IN MY MOUTH I GOT the memory of 
an old man’s piss

 
october 25th, 2020

Born in Arizona on an Aries new moon, Emilia Hamra now lives in Philadelphia where she founded The Shoutflower, a print journal of delirium and dream. She studied Creative Writing at ASU, and was the recipient of the national Norman Mailer College Poetry Award.