"I puke poetry as an underrated enlightenment",
I tell him.
Everything’s tongue-related
when you meet someone for the first time.
puff & pass.
With laugh lines on his lips,
and an embracive composure, he says to me:
then turn your insides out
and sigh to me what I lack
edify me on existence
& unforeign me*
Isn’t that what you do afterall?