Poem #145 of 365

I never thought you'd say that.
The soggy thing with no bones,
only vowels. When you looked
twice away, I knew you had some
doubt, needed to spit, find your
gut.

Don't worry, I've forgiven you since.
And other soggy things have been
flung my way. No matter, I dodge
and I duck, or else carry a rag to
wipe away the soot of the smear.

But one day, all of yous will find
that your teeth have gone soft
and the jaws of your mouth
have clamped tightly shut, for the slurs
that you spoke that cut to my bones
have eaten you from the inside to out.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez