Pucker... by Rita Parrish
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my love is deep and penetrating, subterranean
large, thick, slow, deliberate, vulgar, low, archetypical,
animalistic
ripe for splitting opne, to be savored, enjoyed
I am a pomegranate
and you
you are everything that ever was
and everything that ever shall be
i could pray to you
and, so it begins
you take me in your arms and fold me like a fan
you lead me about the room
my body is pliant, supple
your hands stretch wide across my belly, self-assured
even your fingers are confident
we are groveling
grinding
sinking deeper into it
slathering each other with it
and, then i feel it
it is traveling through my bowels
like a vengeful eggplant on fire
violently pushing and gurgling its way through my lower
intestine
mocking my sensuality
for a moment i am shaken
how can this be? i was so careful at dinner
oh god, the cauliflower
why? on this day of all days
the day i wear the crown of woman
i travel through time
suddenly i am 9 years old, in sister mercede's 4th grade class
and christi ramalo, wiht her ample bosom and hairy upper lip
tells me i'm not cool enough to be in the 7-Up club
and all my mother can say is
"honey, sometimes, life just isn't fair"
for a moment i fantasize
just letting it rip
will you liken me to some winesome peasant?
will you love the honesty of it?
maybe you'll think i'm earthy
next, i imagine standing up
clutching the bedpost
and proudly declaring
"It is I, Flatula!"
Would that frighten you, my love?
my muscles tighten
and i begin to pray
sweet baby jesus
let your light shine through me and
neutralize this demon squash-like gas.
i feel an enormous thrust. is is over?
you cover me with kisses and tenderly pat my thigh
i tense up and hope for a miracle
i whisper, sweet dreams, my love
barely able to contain the steaming monster inside me
you begin to snore
i press myself against the wall
adhering my buttocks firmly to it
and say twenty seven
hail marys
i relax for one tiny moment and it moves
explodes
and i am thrown from the bed
dear god help me!
a loose chunk of plaster breaks form the ceiling
and flies through the air
i try to throw myself in front of it
i try to cheat fate
but it is too late
too late, my love
the plaster chunk delivers
a cruel but swift death
i cradle your dented head in my arms and i weep
i weep for the cruelty of fate
the loss of true love
and my lack of muscle control
i blame myself
large, thick, slow, deliberate, vulgar, low, archetypical,
animalistic
ripe for splitting opne, to be savored, enjoyed
I am a pomegranate
and you
you are everything that ever was
and everything that ever shall be
i could pray to you
and, so it begins
you take me in your arms and fold me like a fan
you lead me about the room
my body is pliant, supple
your hands stretch wide across my belly, self-assured
even your fingers are confident
we are groveling
grinding
sinking deeper into it
slathering each other with it
and, then i feel it
it is traveling through my bowels
like a vengeful eggplant on fire
violently pushing and gurgling its way through my lower
intestine
mocking my sensuality
for a moment i am shaken
how can this be? i was so careful at dinner
oh god, the cauliflower
why? on this day of all days
the day i wear the crown of woman
i travel through time
suddenly i am 9 years old, in sister mercede's 4th grade class
and christi ramalo, wiht her ample bosom and hairy upper lip
tells me i'm not cool enough to be in the 7-Up club
and all my mother can say is
"honey, sometimes, life just isn't fair"
for a moment i fantasize
just letting it rip
will you liken me to some winesome peasant?
will you love the honesty of it?
maybe you'll think i'm earthy
next, i imagine standing up
clutching the bedpost
and proudly declaring
"It is I, Flatula!"
Would that frighten you, my love?
my muscles tighten
and i begin to pray
sweet baby jesus
let your light shine through me and
neutralize this demon squash-like gas.
i feel an enormous thrust. is is over?
you cover me with kisses and tenderly pat my thigh
i tense up and hope for a miracle
i whisper, sweet dreams, my love
barely able to contain the steaming monster inside me
you begin to snore
i press myself against the wall
adhering my buttocks firmly to it
and say twenty seven
hail marys
i relax for one tiny moment and it moves
explodes
and i am thrown from the bed
dear god help me!
a loose chunk of plaster breaks form the ceiling
and flies through the air
i try to throw myself in front of it
i try to cheat fate
but it is too late
too late, my love
the plaster chunk delivers
a cruel but swift death
i cradle your dented head in my arms and i weep
i weep for the cruelty of fate
the loss of true love
and my lack of muscle control
i blame myself
It's all yellow.
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LOL
LOL
for Lol was his name!
it is i! flatula....
omg...
Jason