*Read while chewing, chewing gum*
Why do wadded up wrappers weigh on my mind?
bubblegum boys in pretending to be
Silvery men-Mentos from Trident towns. I bought
a 20-pack of Tropical Twist, the ones
with mango mists. First, to savor
its feminine juicy fruit flavor
Then to cover the bitter taste
of soot sullying my salivating mouth.
Devoured your individually packaged
peppermint promises,
agreed to split a stick,
but temporary teases turned quick.
‘artificially flavored,’ flirting
not ‘long-lasting’ love.
Taffy lips, air sign energy, sky eyes,
candy cloud cheeks, a canvas of crumpled faces.
We run out of flavor. Leads to fucked
up behavior: Chew you out, stick me under.
creases soil
previously crisp,
clean foil.
Sugar-free, self-concerned, spit witches don't
swallow,
gum, only taste test my signature flavors,
then Bubble Tape my mouth
by casting-Eclipse spells, and poisoning me
with plastic potions
Spit.
their Stride secrets,
before Spearmint queers leave Big Red sores.
