My towering green miracle.
My slimy, socially inept monster.
My scaly codependent amphibian.
My lover made of moss, rising from the waters,
brushing tiny shrimp off Your shoulders.
You’re so cute today!
You’re so sexy!
Let’s go for a walk.
Take my hand and don’t hold on too tight
because the last time it left a little bruise.
Not a big deal, just a little one!
Love You :)
I have an idea! Let’s take the scenic route and then fuck on a bench.
Okay, You’re very shy. Okay. That’s fine. We don’t have to
do that today. We can just talk.
I love daytime dates!
Who needs a drink. I don’t, ha.
You’re right it is too hot. You’re right, the last time
we went dancing people couldn’t stop staring at us because I had You dressed up as a
grandmother and put a little scarf around Your head and everyone was like, “Why does Your
grandmother have scales? Why are You dutty wining with Your grandmother?”
That was a lot for us. Do You want me
to pick You up something from the store?
I know You love Go-Gurt and that’s hard to find these days, but
I can go and I can look for You.
You’re not hungry?
I actually don’t ever know what You’re trying to say
because of the inherent difference in the way our mouths move.
Mine moves up and down and Yours is like, a blinding ray of light.
We can just sit here.
This is all I need.
You are so cold but it makes me feel warmer?
You are so green and it makes me blush. When I look at You, my hymen grows back.
Hymens aren’t even real.
Neither are You.
Hold me.
Push the hair back from my ear.
Put Your mouth-hole to my brow.
How You make the blood run to my cheeks.
How You make my heart roll down a grassy knoll
in a day that never ends.
I wish I could watch a video of us
watching a video of us.
Your butt is so cute I could bite it.
Your laugh is so adorable I could
lock it in the basement and visit it on evenings and weekends.
I’ll adjust all of the furniture in my house so You can sit in it and dream of being somewhere else.
I’ll kill neighborhood animals and store them in the freezer to keep Your blood sugar balanced.
I’ll put salt and mysterious green formula into Your bathwater every day so the air won’t drown You.
My ocean with legs.
My oak tree with a dick.
My horny haunted house.
Oh,
I could sing about You.
Yolanda stays in her apartment
and sleeps on her bed.
They talk late into the night.
They bond.
Melissa sleeps on the floor.
She is too polite.
The new you sleeps in the bathtub.
Why has it come to this?
She misses you so much.
She comes home one day and finds Yolanda
talking to the mirror. She is laughing
back and forth with it. But maybe Melissa
made that up. Maybe Yolanda is just looking
at her reflection as a mole threatens
to grow bigger.