5/2/2019 Poetry by Bronte BillingsMantle When we were young hands slid up our throats to pluck out pearls. We had our little pieces, the sticky fingers hidden behind our uvula tutting secrets to our tongue. For a moment we were iridescent, smooth untouched changelings. You bit off fingers by their knuckles and I smothered palms in the empty spaces of my gums. I tried to tell you how to hide your silky whites, cover your lips with cerulean shell, learn to live with the fingers tickling your trachea. Why can’t we be young together, pearls under our tongues and fingers washed of prints. You opened up sooner, incisors jagged and cut—there were different rings to us. Small slit lines on the inside of our mouths. I tried to tell you, keep closed longer, let time carve itself out in you. When we were young I showed you how pearls are made of the hard grain stuck in our teeth. You thought it was only one bead we had to give. To bloom once to never again. I swallowed my whites into black pores and you softened your skin to muddy pulp. I wanted to cover you in crusted seafoam, but all you saw was sand and yellow bruises. Pore Smothering I used to pinch my skin until I found estranged folds of goldfinch breeding diluted spots across my flesh. My mother never told me yellow undertones fortuned better foundations. I am pink rosacea ridging along fattened limbs. Cover me, I cauterize open gaps of gummy insides. The women I know compromised stability for soapstone tongues. As in, they flushed out their lungs with talc to breathe clean. I try to be like them. Dig in to my thighs make mountains of roaming red ridges, charter the moon in my palms, gather myself in one hand and smother what doesn’t fit. Bronte Billings lives in Northeast Ohio with her not so balding black cat beauty. She earned her MFA in poetry through the NEOMFA. Bronte is the recipient of the 2015 & 2016 Academy of American Poets Prize and the 2017 Leonard Trawick Award. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Jenny Magazine, Bone Bouquet, Pussy Magic, Pinwheel, Salt Water Soul and Barnhouse. Comments are closed.
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