to bed

 

i think they want sex   says marketa

they do   i say   let them

 

eat cake   are you hungry   she asks

i am   i say

 

throw them a bone   she says

why not   i say

 

something with salt water flowing

delta-bound   she says

 

a thinly disguised metaphor   she continues  

barely salacious   tired

 

yet visual enough for the purpose

no   i say   i can do better   

 

i have inklings   come   let us to bed

let us do research   (i will apply for a grant)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2019-06-05 at 18:21

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
A series of small talk? I've been reading this poem over and over again, and I'm not sure I get the intent.
2019-06-07