a little louder than the previous

[Blkrubbersoul]

Advert for me posted on the rear wall
of a public toilet; although my looks are
chiseled and my eyes intimidating/persuasive,
I can't help but keep thinking of the
juxtaposition.

I woke up the other morning with a curry tummy;
it pulled and punched me inside out,
made me wretch a little. Or was that love?
You did make the jokes about the bahjees,
called me cute/sweet/sickly so. Or so.

I paraphrased her the other night too -
"Does this fat look like a dress?" -
to my friends and we put on the
canned laughter. Wit to end act one.

Are you afraid of showing off your body on the beach?

Notebook still lay on the table;
she read out each passage of
meaningless drivel, page after
page after page after page after
page, her eyes flicking from side
to side to side to side to side like
those of a bewildered prey being
toyed with by the hunter, subtly
mocking the intelligence of the
creature before going in for the kill.

Some Pre-Adults scrawled "TWAT"
above my bright eyes. Glad they did that.
Now you can read yourself like a book,

right off the top of my head.