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MOUTHS AT THE PARTY

For a second, the light

made that glass in her mouth

look like a knife.

I’m embarrassed I thought it.

The woman’s injury

in my mind before she’d even

undone her lips.

But my shame is not my

violent tendency,

though I hide them the same,

near my heart. Which is to say,

in my breasts, large

like hers. Who would notice

the blood in our mouths?