After looking at Lip Readings
After looking at Lip Readings by Estefania Loret
By Abigale Tabor
I’m reminded of how many kisses are in I miss you
and how, without knowing, I love you looks violent—
a mixed message, blink one too many times
and you’ll miss it. I love you becomes I loathe you
or I loam you or I load you— lips can be deceiving.
I miss you; our sentences thick and palpable,
lips closing and opening, each new word coming
into one bigger conglomeration, but if I pause—
miss becomes myth, silent becomes solvent,
love becomes dove and the sentences trail off
and up and away into clouds of indifference
that end in a pair of residentiary closed lips.