Take a leaf from outside.
Make a wound in it.

See if it curdles.

 


You yank on it like a tooth    a shadow of a tongue,


            wound living in a tissue break
            to ask breached fleshy parts if they consider injury /


            I saw inside your cheek once.

            Parenthetical for your lick, light
            (pass the tongue over to moisten)
            falls forcibly in gesture from mouth, mouths
            a seldom monument to memory,

            my mattress is a lively mouth telling 


            of both the expulsed and the soused
            more
            than soaked through -- think
            of how your mouth carries wet, now think
            of my stomach, it has something to do with water.