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
than soaked through -- think
of how your mouth carries wet, now think
of my stomach, it has something to do with water.