Cherry or Grape Langue

Blink twice and tell me what to do

Blink and suck the air, but think about something else—a time when your mother was naked and her tits were bigger than yours and you wanted

Your sandwich is fat

Bobba bo bobba ba

Suck my fingerprints with your purple pink

Print “bobba ba” against your outstretched neck

Understand I am here

Or complain I am not

Stop using your voice like an earthquake

I want to enjoy this kitchen in Paris

I don’t want to think about what has been inside of you

Or popsicles

Lets scrape our green wrists against the tile

Use your lips to tell me what color my eyes are

I think I tell you I think

We scrape ourselves, notre dame

You say “donnez moi votre langue.”

I wish I knew

I know

Teesha Noelle Murphy, Author, Rad

My wondrous wife, Teesha Noelle Murphy, has yet another mind blowing trip of a short story published in the venerable rag "Milk Sugar" this month. Get hip, read more, don't be a TV baby.  Check out the current issue here...The Psychic's Teeth