After the noodle-like camera snakes in,
you see that bit of flesh hanging
like a little grape or teardrop in the back
of the throat. Above the smooth
pink walls of this cavern, twin doors leading
to the ears; and below, the well of
the esophagus. Here, it's positively
tropical: an orchid's open mouth.
But think of the moment after Tereus has had
his way with the girl, and torn out
her tongue. A nightingale and a swallow fly away
over the roof. Do they wish they were
cormorants standing on the rocks, wings spread out
to dry? Bright sapphire, inside their bills.
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