Monday, January 3, 2022

Lips by Susan Isla Tepper

 

               (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.

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