January 27, 2006

Why I Didn’t Call You After Our One Night Stand

I could smell the phone.
My lips were licked
to say "Last night”-
Mistoffiles, stalking the
vegetable patch,
slinked into my
Phone cord twirling
around my wrist,
I crossed to the study window…

…I could see him, rooting beneath my dying radishes, compost flying from his hurrying claws- his posterior scuffled and neck-fur buckled and did his eyes moisten? so stiffening his lucky tail hailed to the sky. his rectum tightens. the shit is produced.

He kicks over the dirt and scrams

by my vine-tomatoes, slows.
Begins to look around him, strolling through sweetpeas,
In blossom, full of philosophical wisdom.
Sidling past my rose.

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  1. katy

    i remember us discussing this poem, the idea is good u know the prob is def in the title. because the "our" seems to relate to the "you", you seems to be part of the "our" or the us – its something about the way pronouns work. (are they pronouns?)but u dont want it to mean tht, do u? so it has to be "why i didnt call you after my one-night stand" otherwise it means sumthing totally different. thts a really big point i think.

    20 Mar 2006, 14:55

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