2014-08-20T08:00:04-07:00August 20th, 2014|Parenthood|

Your tongue

There is a quiet mechanicalness to it
not hungry
or sensual
but rather a plodding thing
emerging out of your serious face
every few seconds
to press itself against the wall
the radiator
your brother’s leg

and none of it appears
to delight or repel you

like a good scientist
you note your findings
and carry on.

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