Found poem | Piercings

just in sudden silence
the sound of bones and flesh tearing
the sound of a mouth being beaten
blood
in our eyes
I
you (with emphasis)
in the heart,

where the mind and the emotions

are jailed

I disappear

in the Nez Perce

place of creation,

Heart of the Monster,

heading towards Kamiah, Idaho.
your mamá (not your mother)
without tongue, with cut tongue, with tongue removed
he, she, or us

lit all through the night
I reappear in

the ghost’s trail

the Milky Way...

c/s