Wet & Forget
I’m hosing out my head
waterblasting regrets, unpeeling lichen stickers
here’s one stuck nugget:
slithering belts unbuckled
methane-breath inside the cold damp duvet
we scuttled under
timid nibbles, your moth lips
a cavern of nitrogen
your mildewed clothes beside
a dribblin’ Wellington window
your theories on your flatmates
Here’s more mucky fungal memory
hiding under my hypothalamus:
wrestling moves, goose bumps on your belly
a chubby stiffy
biting your chin
pinching your skinny wrists
unlocking your bra
letting the loot loose
frigid moon
a rare glimpse of street-sweepers
we swapped pink sticky bits
chameleon-amphibian tongues
you asked advice on your essay, agonised.
Hey – you awake?
Time to give the ol’ frontal lobe a goin’ over
(there’s crumbs frozen in the fridge-frost)
botched and aborted baking
abandoned beers, broken bras
dumpster-diving for expired deli delicacies
giggling through uppity meetings
my hand eating your thigh
in the rear of the lecture theatre
you, twitching, shuddering, an eel dying.
I once undid your watch clasp
with nothing but my teeth and tongue.
One last unpeeling patch needs a stubborn scrubbin’:
you, fumbling for your glasses on the nightstand
you, right-angled, pulling your cardigan armour on
brittle, prickly, bristling, dissecting my text
but, to be honest, this is all a guess
I wasn’t even there
I gapped it without breakfast
didn’t sweep the crumbs up
sorry ‘bout the mess.
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