Butter

by Savannah Abrishamchian

Popcorn in my teeth that I blame on an old building of old cinema and old theatre. Popcorn in my teeth and from the corner of my eye, I watch you. I am hungry. I half smile at your ability to handle these rotten egg walls and burgundy planks, from this old building of old cinema and old theatre. Popcorn in my teeth and I roll my tongue to places its never been before to get to, well, you know. Old man, 5 o’clock, thinks I’m really nervous or really horny because my mouth is being poked by my own tonguing. I’m one, or the other. Not even both, because I’m not prepared for what’s under your Calvin’s or Loom’s. But I’m sure you’re looming. Forthcoming my shortcomings. I dare me to look at you. I’m a little girl who’s lost in her own neighborhood. I imagine my own silhouette from grandpa-point-of-view and roll my eyes because I’m an embarrassment to your right arm. Popcorn in my teeth and I’m afraid to put my own finger in my mouth in front of you. Will you get it out for me? It’s too soon, and I’m stupid and silly in front of you. Roll my eyes again. Breathe in insecurity. Exhale something less dramatic. I’ll try to swallow my lack of pride while I kill this kernel in my 2nd bicuspid. My tongue is tired and I am afraid you might yawn at my child’s play. I wonder when this movie is gonna be over because I have lost interest in my own butterflies. I just want to stop sweating palms and tickle the space between your forearm and bicep to give you a reason to like me. Or look at me. Scratch, scratch. Do you feel me? Iris to iris, you pull me. And I’m hoping you haven’t been counting my stares in this darkness. I laugh inside at the idea of you being a bad ki'————violet hues under my eyelids and you tongue me. Fat bottom lip to my puppy lips and I forgive you. I forgive you like closing credits forgive a bad film. I forgive you for letting me melt into the palm of your hands and onto the buds of your tongue. Like butter. I’m late for supper and I’ll probably never find myself again. Shot and dead on the floor of your mouth.

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