Apr 18, 2011
On Movie Popcorn
After so much patience the lights go down I lean forward, and, with just my tongue, lick My first taste, careful not to make a sound. Salty, with just a tiny feel of slick Oil sliding it's taste across my upper Lip. In the flickering light again I Quietly take another nibble. Fur- ther I go. I have two whole hours, why Should I rush? I slow down, take all my time, Sometimes delicately, sometimes in a Frenzy. Hand covered in an oily rime, Jaws tired, I scrape the edges of this cay. Finally, the lights come up. It will be With me for weeks, in my smell, in my teeth.