The Mammal

The mammal
Regarded her simply,
Wagged its tongue,
Sharpened its teeth
On stony words
And pressed upon her
With no remorse
I listened idly
With my legs crossed
Like a modern
Homosexual,
Like beta
Tears balked
At her tarsal glands,
Fumbled like shaky hands
on a greased knob
The mammal mocked her,
Smiled a thin smile,
And called her tears
Water
I entered the mammal
From the rear
And forced fingers
Into its eyes
Until they gave way
Like the skin
Of grapes
I looked at her then,
With its eyes
I Witnessed frailty
And used the mammal’s mouth
To say “I’m sorry”
Forming the words
With a pinch
Of the lips
Her skin flushed
And pricked
As I pressed a mammal’s hand
To her brow
And slid it to her neck
I withdrew
From the creature
And sat back down
Exhausted
With a clean conscience

2 Comments:
As I was reading this I was feeling lines of Dylan (Thomas) being channeled through the mouth of Bukowski...
Both my are my favorites.. I like pieces that have a veil as does this one.. nice....
Thank you sweetness. It's official- you're my first reader. If only I had a prize to give! It makes me write with more fervor, knowing that someone out there is paying attention. This drink is for you. Cheers!
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