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.