Azaleas and snails are mating
in the garden. Newsprint rubs
its dark mark on the sheets.
The remains of lobster
and one
pink shrimp curl together
on a plate. I recently read that
men and women are separate,
symbiotic species, the males
superfluous, parasitic. I want
to ease your predacious
appetite, dampen your
unnecessary
shoulder, taste
your briny
needless
tail.
Sunday Morning
One response to “Sunday Morning”
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baba form…. baba khoshgel…baba sherr….hal kardim ba your poem….

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