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Because My Mouth

by Marta T. Coppola

Don’t think that
because my mouth forms the shape
of awe that I am wondrous.
I am vacuous.
I stare myself down in enemy
territory, crouching, braced,
acid guns pointed at myself.
I said
to myself as there was
none other than
Your blood has the power to
fire, breathe,
trigger, muzzle, cocked
I was blown away
because my mouth only formed
the shape of awe.

Copyright © 2009 by Marta T. Coppola

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