River Phoenix
To chew on his moles
is our greatest fantasy,
to the right on his chin
where we could sink our teeth
and suckle
and bite
and lift
right off of his face
and lightly mash
and roll around on our tongues,
and spit out
save for later
and put in a locket
and take turns wearing
and superglue them to our own faces
Dina could wear it one day
& Darlene the next
his moles our moles our collective DNA