I Love You
I love you she says
I love you, I love you
over and over, the plaintive bleating of a sheep
seeking to hear the reassuring bleating of another sheep.
Just tubes to me
lubricated tubes and fleshy nodes
can't find the place that used to feel
for this sheep
that can so unexpectedly become a wolf
tearing off strips of my flesh, blood dripping from wolfy chops.
Shredding flesh:
I've become misogynistic, sociopathic
hope it's only temporary, a shivering as breezes stir my shreds.
Meanwhile,
to amuse myself
I will lose myself
in lubricated tubes, pliant fleshy nodes
and bleat: One,
and two, and, I love you
and repeat, brightly now, I love you, I love you.
Robert Douglas Hickey |
