Self-Biography as a Girl With No Mouth

Let me be pure/let me be holeless The safest girls are those who stay quiet Saints would stitch their lips shut with black wire I always said that one day I would be holy I always said that one day I would be a swan Mute and nothing but tar and lovely feathers We used to mix vinegar with salt water Gargle it to look for cuts inside our throats I used to swab my own throat until I choked on the cotton Once I coughed for so long my lungs fell out Once I forgot how to speak Once I became all stone Once I was something not girl Once I was a bird