THE RED STRAW

THE RED STRAW

startled– did I do something wrong? 

my name was called mid-act,

the turn of my neck, the elevation of my chin. 

he sees the burned crimson on my plumped lips. 

a thick line,

from tongue to inside,

hovering over– 

my holy book breaths. 

curved, puffy,

moist, alien,

shimmering, rotating, 

extroverted, and 

bittersweet.

the red straw, the cream straw, the white straw, the clear straw,

the glowing straw, the wet straw, the constricting straw,

the lost straw, the denial straw, the talking straw,

the phobic straw, the furious straw, the enamored straw 

the red straw is 

thick, claustrophobic, loud,

but 

propels two beings, 

a black hole rearranging Earth. 

rearrange me, please. 

i’m sick of being scared of that.