your lisp

-sounds that escape in neatly folded arrangements
out of your lips tripping on your teeth and
colliding with my own.

high tunes of astrals and comets
the television with Friday the 13th on a loop
a scary loop

on the way back from the bridge
the boy said to her
touch it
and she did

melons the size of melons
melons the size of your breasts

for sale at all times
a pleasure of buggies
the newly silver hardness

the way you whipped it in the 70s
i liked it
i liked it a lot

each day for you was a different shade of green
a different way to mean exactly what you mean



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