I will stretch the fitted sheet over the final corner of your bed
But then let me have a little rest
I walked all the way home and then retraced my footsteps
No, of course not, I was just outside having a cigarette
Reciting the first twenty-one lines of the Canterbury Tales
People will believe anything, we are all so polite
If you lie very still, I can press the wrinkled linen of your undereyes flat under my fingertips
Twist fine strands of your hair between thumb and forefinger
Lick pale skin of your parting
You’re going to be bald soon my darling
But there are drugs for that, I think
Tell me how it was only yesterday that you had a gap between your teeth
I slide crescent fingernail painted pink under the scab on your chin
Cut yourself shaving, did you? Slipped, did you? Peeled yourself like ginger
Three years ago I was told that I had to kill a pig in the morning
When I woke up bacon was already hissing in the pan
I’ve heard that pigs scream like humans do
If your t-shirt lifts I see your sunburned stomach and lose my appetite for ham
Hello, you delightful parasite. Coffee or tea?
I only started vomiting up thin liquid after I called you that night
Coincidence is God’s way of remaining anonymous!
That’s Einstein, you know
Who am I to kill the mosquito suckling at the vein on my wrist?
I can spare a little blood