Soft Mouth

by John andrews


My mouth wet with dream of cantaloupe
stacks at the supermarket.

Where he bit between my ribs, pressed
the bottom to check ripeness.

A hunting dog drags ducks, 
fresh dead, from the swamp.

Somewhere a man crushed a man.
Pebbles no bigger than a tongue

traced the weakest spot, bowed
legs with sweetness.

Ghost Ocean 16

John reads "Soft Mouth"


John Andrews' work has appeared in The Queer South: LGBTQ Writers on the American South, Columbia Poetry Review, Pembroke Magazine, and elsewhere. He holds an M.F.A. from Texas State University where he served as managing editor for Front Porch Journal. Currently, he is working on his Ph.D. in English at Oklahoma State University and serves as an associate editor for the Cimarron Review