This tongue is useless
for speech
as the filament tongue of the garter snake.
I am not trying to say hello.
I am trying to say I am in love with Rumi.
The sun is never long enough in the east.
It’s how we spin.
But I will set off
with my snake ears,
sounds from everywhere bouncing off me like prayer.
Until night pushes down on a day
that refused to end.