Stitch + Hungry

stitchings on the roof my mouth
all the secrets I know worth keeping
should they ever escape
threads pulling away between my
teeth, their whispers will leave
a sheet unfraying on the line
in the August wind

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All the buses Granny must have ridden.

Cold in the September morning rides back to school.
Dew on the glass where I rest my head.
Knowing by recess I’ll be warmed again.
I feel full when hungry.
The Autumn air pounding harder against the rain touched ground.
My stomach grumbles vibrations.
I avoid eating knowing after there will be no signs of life.