You and your milk mouth, spittle dribbling, cotton-clad pup.
Take my abdomen and fill it with a steaming stream of sulphur, tell me it’s saline first though otherwise I wouldn’t let you.
Do a hearty mucus cough to the side and watch it slide down the linoleum, plasmic, try and pull back a fable as it slinks into a drain, caught halfway between above & below.
And, don’t do that wince like you’ve only just noticed the smell. We both know it’s been here all along and I was just too polite to mention it. Two ply to dry eyes is a lovely idea but a sodden sleeve is probably easier in practice.
Get that jumper off, god knows what’s on it at this point, and, oh: Suddenly I see it. A striking resemblance to the baby from Eraserhead. I would flush you but I’d hate to see an animal suffer.
