“My self-confidence can be measured out in teaspoons mixed into my poetry, and it still always tastes funny in my mouth.”
“And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.”
“I read poems for the pleasure of the mouth. My heart is in my mouth, and the sound of poetry is the way in." ~from an interview in Narrative magazine”
“There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all.- Queen Bitch”
“My mouth tastes like bad decisions.”
“Home. The word still tastes like sandpaper in my mouth. But it makes Mom smile—a tired, true smile—so it’s worth it.”