THE SOUND OF YOUR MOTHER CHEWINGSometime in childhood you begin to hear it,
know her teeth are starting to chip,
discolor as fillings
and crowns pulp food. Her swallows
are intolerable, intake of breath,
the touch of her hand.
Still, shrinking from toothmarks
or fingerprints, you
consider texture and taste, covet them.
Grasshopper, caterpillar, cricket chew
Across great distances, countless mouths
Copyright 1996, Susan Terris
Susan Terris has published several books of poetry: Curved Space
(1998, La Jolla Poets Press), Eye of the Holocaust (1999, Arctos
Press), and Angels of Bataan (1999, Pudding House Publications).
Ms. Terris's poetry has been published in many magazines, both print
and on-line. "The Sound of Your Mother Chewing" first appeared in Painted
Switched-on Gutenberg/Vol. 4, No. 2