He doesn’t.
“Nah—but you keep openin’ that mouth,
“I’m gonna make it useful.”
I step forward, heel scuffing the sidewalk.
“I don’t share my food, sweetheart.
“But some advice? If she’s grabbing your hair?
“That’s direction, not applause.”
He laughs.
“That’s a lotta talk for someone still standin’all the wayover there.”
Boy forgot he had pussy in his mouth
the second I opened mine.
I gesture to the poor girl waiting.
“Just sayin’—you look lost, bro.
“If your heart’s not into it, walk away now.
“Before it gets embarrassing.”
“You talk tough, baby,” he says, amused.
“Why don’t you c’mere, huh?”
He stands slow,
shadows wrapping around him.
“You got all that mouth,
“but you still too scared to come over here.
“Why’s that?”
I drop my had back with a laugh.
“Please. I’d make you cry.”
Celie grabs my arm, dragging me away.
The guy takes a step in our direction,
as if he's about to run after us,
forgetting he left a girl hanging.
“Wait—yo, slow down.
“You really gonna walk off without tellin’ me your name?”
