The Talking Muffin

Two muffins in an oven.

viernes, abril 04, 2008

i sang slowly under my breath
and you asked me not to stop
saying that i have a beautiful voice
and i answered the only way i can remember how
cheeks now a deeper rose
and a sad shake of my head,
trying not to think about it
for fear of not being able to think of anything else
my breath catching in hiccups right underneath my chin, which you catch in your hands
and coax a quiet tune from my tongue.