recess

[bajoue]

fragmented equals excellence
line me up in little rows
sugar-cubes for your tongue
no, you and your stamps
your licking-stanps
good for the mailing
of your flimsy black bible
shudder when you find it
open to your page
finger in the air, grasping
gasping
bitter words fill me up.
the pieces, i see them now
transparent to your eye
click me-- clash me!
rip up paper embers
and melt them on your tongue!