A Tongue in the Mouth of the Dying

One Man’s Name: Colonization of the Poetic, vi.

ONE MAN’S NAME: COLONIZATION OF THE POETIC vi. When you shove yourself into my throat, the words I know become foreign, jagged. A new race forms between the soft palate and the base of my tongue. A pregnant mouth, I carry you there, where words form: I sew flags like babies. 36 ...