envy,really by Ryan Narce“we're both jealous,”
you say
'impossible!'
- said
as I lurch into yr
armpit with my nose &
try to describe how you smell -
'god, it's perfect - like salt
mixed with chimney smoke...
why can't I
have it? I just stink
like earwax;
not respectable for
a man, that...'
“wulllll,”
you begin,
[& here I know y're about to
hack on me]
“who said you were a man, let alone a respectable
one?”
'oh, you terrible bitch!'
you erupt in these blip blip blips of laughter;
as always,
appreciating yr dirty work.
at this I dig my frigid feet
into the backs of yr knees -
& for a second when my toes hit, the laughs bleed into
a long, purple shriek & then back,
& I wonder idly if the neighbors think
I'm beating up a schizophrenic.
thinking you can hear my thoughts,
for some reason, I crack wise:
'it wouldn't be the first time, nor the last, eh?'
“wait, what?”
'oh nevermind. I realized that,
of the two of us,
i'm evidently the schizophrenic.'
[blip blip blip]
“if you say so, babe-o...”
As you calm down a bit, you refocus on me & I can
see the crook of yr mouth
from the bend in yr armpit.
yr eyes get softer
in that way they usually do
when you finally take pity on me
& you say, settling yr head against
yr other hand,
“well how 'bout thissss...
who said you can't have
burnt-tree-or-whatever-smelling armpits?”
& as I open my mouth to re-state the
obvious, you grab the
back of my head
& grind my whole face into
yr hairy pit.
[blip blip blip]
'it's heaven;' I tell you in
drunk mumbles,
'all the
other boys will
be jealous.' 09/06/2012 Posted on 09/06/2012 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
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