Give me your tongue,

Scrolling from your mouth.

Give me your words.

I’m not here to scoop them up,

Splattered.

I will not prod

With forceps poking tonsils,

Plucking into your throat.

Liquor lacquered eyes look through me.

Pitter patter steps pass me.

I will be invisible

Where you need me to hide.

I will listen.

I long

To hear you slang.