if the lines that frame my too-thin-lips
spelled onomatopoeias in framework
like comic-blurbs I felt myself
miming in bold
Each paragraph unparralled
a speech spoken far too spiratically
in words that only fingers yelling
"Come Hither" can say.
I'm too tired to spell it out for you
too young to perform in solilique
contimplating in consonants
too eager to let you walk away.