The middle of a kiss, and though he opened

up wide and wider, her own small jawbones gave

a little crack and stuck, and look what happened:

as if she’d fallen in an open grave,

he swallowed her at last, and then she wandered

in a dark saturated country where

the red land throbbed with capillaries under

electric stars. A kiss had brought her there,

a simple kiss that rained and filled her head

with blood, a nightmare kiss, a wrong man kiss;

why had she kissed a man with such a mouth,

with such thick teeth and jaws, such tongue, instead

of kissing someone who would let her out,

kissing someone nicer, who ate less.