Spoken Word
Mouthful of Weather
A spoken-word piece built for rhythm, breath, and repetition.
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Read the written poem
I woke with a mouthful of weather,
storm under the tongue,
bright pressure in the teeth.
Say cloud. Say bruise. Say morning.
Say the sky has not finished with us yet.
Notes: Intended as a performance piece with repeated phrases and room for breath.