(for Laura Boss and Gregory Corso)
Burn my lips blue
the target
of your deception.
You run around the block
to buy pretend soup
while I lie in bed
waiting.
Underneath us
a long history of
the world’s hum.
Low.
Discovery of madness
after a time
seldom differing
in appearance or conjecture.
Forget everything you’ve
seen. Forget our breathing.
Tie a blue tail to a kite
wishing my lips safe journey.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
