A Poem by A. J. Huffman

I shove chairs in my mouth
for your comfort
and my convenience.

My knees are not meant to support
us both.
let me welcome you in my own way.
My tongue
is made to conform
to your specific dimensions.

–from her chapbook Audition from Hell

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