Temper your tongue with candyfloss static. Electric the bite is enough to ward off words, stop them before the starting gates in the narrow space between crowded molars. Use teeth to smile around calorie free pleasantries. Taste patience becoming poison. Every syllable sharp. Bitter.
I’ve started recoding some of my poems and posting them to Tick-Tock. (@caroljforrester) Short and sweet work best, so I’m looking to a lot of my quadrilles as a starting point, and trying very hard not to self-sabotage with worries over how awful I feel I sound in recordings.