Gimme yr little quiet by Aisha Sasha John

“If you sift
gather the juices into a line you have a story.

You can put perfume on that line but I'm not

anymore a liar.

I want to smell the armpits of the line
 
 
 
honesty in a body or from your digits

how the unit of a poem is your mouth
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
the end.”