Want To Be Chewing Gum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Want to be chewing gum

Imagine being chewed
With your teeth
Fresh or
Taken off desk, table…

What if I was true chewing gum?
in your mouth I would touch your lips
French kiss
reddened and rosy and
other shades
dry, wet.

I could take shapes of teeth, their crowns
And sometimes in between
devilish, and stock.

I could be
You know what…

What is use of pierce or a lace?
made of gold, silver or
or clay, or stone

Want to be chewing gum and take shape
randomly I go down your throat
for research; deep inside

Want to be chewing gum
Want to be chewing gum
Want to be chewing gum