PERSON Poem: Congratulations!, by Maia Aurini

I choke on the finger I gnawed off my hand.
I took my false, gap toothed smile
and put my teeth to use
breaking my dry-ass skin
blending the fresh blood with my mucus and tears
and letting it drool from my lips like the rabies infected mutt you could’ve bred me to be
I pierced my muscle with my canines as she massaged your collar
and ground through the bone as your tongue slid down her throat.
I suctioned my lips round my index,
red sputtering from my traumatic amputation
before enclosing it within my trap.
My tongue fondled it like your hands on her breasts
and my nail skinned the roof of my mouth but I didn’t speak a fuckin’ word.
As you plotted your next outing to my ringing inner ears
I attempted to swallow my digit and countdown the days until your betrayal was drawn in
caricature
alas, it lodged in my windpipe
and I choke on my pointer to prevent from pointing out the traitor
because God forbid I hurt you,
God forbid I face you and let the blood beckon your tears.
I once would sooner stifle my gasps and die to baby your self-concept
than let you waste words on my pathetic pain you inflicted.
No More
let me shove my gut against the back of a kitchen chair
to heimlich up my finger and recover my speech.
Now face me,
and let my blood and spit sputter from my lips
as I say
Congratulations.

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