mayawrites

I’ll swallow every word you say.
I’ll clean my mouth and smile in glee.
I’ll tap for the bill,
And give a tip.

My words graze your tongue—
Like a life brushes with death,
Or a knee scrapes against pavement.

You spit them out,
Without a smile.

I absorb your expressions.
They run through my blood.

The ends of your mouth curl—
Like the bouncy ringlets in your hair.
Oh—why are they coming loose?

I see it.
I devour it.

Your excuse?
You are allergic.
You are allergic to my words.