My Tongue is a Filthy Liar by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Good thing our parts can’t talk!
Imagine, imagine that.
Right, Betty Sue?  We’d be in trouble,
wouldn’t we, girlfriend?  It’s all in the
past, long before we were married
but still.  We’d be in trouble.

Well, that’s true, my tongue can talk.
Ha ha, I forgot, it’s made to talk.
It talks in my sleep?  Really?
It talks to you, Betty Sue?  Who knew.
I thought you just go home after
I pass out.  Huh.  Well.

What?!  No way, Betty Sue!
My tongue is a damn liar!
It’s never done any of those things,
never probed any of those places!
And I don’t know why it keeps
mentioning your husband!

Believe me, Betty Sue.
My tongue is a filthy liar.

Tricia Marcella Cimera
Tricia Marcella Cimera is an obsessed reader and lover of words. Look for her work in many diverse places including: the Buddhist Poetry Review, Hedgerow, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, and Silver Birch Press. Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland). She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois/in a town called St. Charles/by a river named Fox.

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