TRIOLET

The cut on my mouth was shaped like a country;

I showed it to you and you ran into the trees.

Maybe the trees needed you, or maybe you needed the trees.

The cut on my mouth was shaped like a country;

it bled until the rain said, That’s enough. It bled

until the rain said, That’s enough now. It bled,

the cut on my mouth shaped like a country;

I showed it to you and you ran into the trees.