Multiplication Geography

Where is this need for words in the
geography of mind? Your lines redrawing the facescript,
black and biting and frightened. A bushful of mouths
uttering, each to their own. The gender
of the curvyyy-like mass murderings.
The letter sound's a woman, expelling wire,
wool yarns growing outward of lips,
rising. Proud and coarse and imperiled,
your letter lines breaking my spine.