New Lips


I do that often.

I wonder if it’s like white noise to you, as you drive us through the forest, with trees, as you would describe, that kiss the sky.


‘I’m afraid of feathers.’ I say. ‘I just can’t. They creep me out’, as if that utterance disrupted the white noise.

‘Why? What about feathers creep you out?’

‘Idk, like if a feather landed on my lips I would have to get new lips.’

Shock, laughter, and confusion became your face. And you replied, ‘Always learning something new about. New lips. Where would you even get new lips?’


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