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
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