EAT

Thank god
The tongue
Doesn’t fear
The teeth

Thank god
They exist
In peace

One to taste-
The other
To chew
The meat

Not
Separate
And free
Like hands
Or feet

They Share
A tight
Space
Behind
The face

The teeth
Fixed
In place -

The
Tongue
Moving
Around
Like
The Head
Of
A Snake

Working
in tandem
To clean
The plate

Thank god
The tongue
Doesn’t fear
The teeth

How else
could we eat

At the Periphery

Startled at your approach -
They take flight

And disappear instantly
Into the nearby trees,

Mixing invisibly
With the leaves -

These are the words
that live

At the periphery
Of memory -

The ones
That cannot be seen

The ones you
Will never find

In any poems -
That answer

to no one -
That appear

only briefly
in moments

of inspiration-
And even then

Those who have
Witnessed their migration

Are never certain
Of what they have seen

For even when they fly
They blend into the wind.