from Borrowed House

FLIRTATIONS

Drunk beside the pond, we play
with ultimatums...

:if you cannot fathom this thick mud.

:if you cannot pull the legs from this daddy-long.

:if you cannot stew this prepubescent carrot
in your own blood.

:if you cannot hitch the butterfly with your sugared thumb.

:if you cannot look me in the eye
when you recite

the filthiest passage in the grassiest language.

© Brooklyn Copeland 2008