by two

The elephants carried me as I slept,
into the dark corner of her mouth,
and I said:
deeper . . .

So that when she talks I will repeat,
her words my refrain,
and she’d bite me until I blister.

When the elephants carry us home,
they’ll rest our bones like pillows,
for children to play hide and seek behind;
beneath one skull they’ll find another,
one jaw swallowed up by the other.

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