Monday, 9 April 2012

8: Walrus Love

I tell her—
this love is sickening, too much.
Time to stop walrusing around.

We’re not taken by your
unseemly blubber
and I can’t stand to look at all these folds of skin. 

She doesn’t listen, she giggles.
Teeth like billboards, I just don’t know.

She doesn’t listen when I tell her
the real world’s not like that.

She raises an eye-toast to the corner
of the room
and grins.

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