My mother stuck soap on the grooves of my teeth, 
purging my mouth of its sins, teaching me to taste 
my words before spitting them out. 
I did no such thing. 
Burnt by my tongue, I was fed whiskey and wine 
to keep my words sweet. “Your tongue can be a tool”, 
she said. “Learn how to use it.”

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