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I want you badly today.
I want to gather you up, by the fins, and plop you
inside a plastic bucket
and carry you to the nookie-nookie river
and scrub you all over with celery and lemon
and working fig-oil in to your tired areas
and sodium chloride solution. Until
you can slide through my greased palms
and flip freely through the air, striking each cheek-
happy, and full of good humour
and bobbing up between my thighs and breasts,
providing a naughty fish show.
After that, I’d like to wrap you in banana leaves
and carry you into the bedroom with the tea things,
alongside Cactus Woman and Mr Incredible.
Or roll with you through the house.