poem that drools by Emilia Hamra
IN MY MOUTH I GOT one toothbaby
rootless
possible poor woman’s laugh
IN MY MOUTH I GOT cardamom particles
spice enough for a runny nose
IN MY MOUTH I GOT hot rain for you
IN MY MOUTH I GOT cannot
IN MY MOUTH I GOT afterthought
IN MY MOUTH I GOT safety pins
i’m saving up for the throat
of my decapitated screech owl
IN MY MOUTH I GOT sore
IN MY MOUTH I GOT to ask
are you sleeping with the ocean?
IN MY MOUTH I GOT the wish
to kiss you
like a man
IN MY MOUTH I GOT no termites
no snowflakes
no outloud
IN MY MOUTH I GOT your tooth gone missing
in Laos
your party trick moth
IN MY MOUTH I GOT to be with you
for a little while
IN MY MOUTH I GOT so many kinds of smiles
not all of them prototypes
IN MY MOUTH I GOT STOP
IN MY MOUTH I GOT no/no/no/no/no/no/no
IN MY MOUTH I GOT songs lodged deeper than the stars
IN MY MOUTH I GOT used to it
IN MY MOUTH I GOT the memory of
an old man’s piss
october 25th, 2020
Born in Arizona on an Aries new moon, Emilia Hamra now lives in Philadelphia where she founded The Shoutflower, a print journal of delirium and dream. She studied Creative Writing at ASU, and was the recipient of the national Norman Mailer College Poetry Award.