By Mahogany L. Browne

my mouth became the moon/ found a way to fly up/ up & a ways/ like a star. no, like a moon. & some/one said i should shine like that/all glow.
no. my body should be silent like a bullet./or./no. like a star./a dead spark
— if you look close enough. & then/just like that — my mouth, eclipsed

a tacit & clean suture./…where my face be