by Brian McCloskey
In the bath on Sunday nights, imagining what it would be like to be kissed. If you really loved me you'd stroke me and keep me clean. Now I get your famous squealing. We see tights being worn regularly on icy winter afternoons. I could love a Chinese girl, an Eskimo, a Finn. Garbage bins would be seventh with ivy to hold your face under a stone. But always be sure to slaughter your chicken first. All geeks harbour a secret phantasy about meeting some girl. This is no place for an entomologist. I think we just became astronauts. You seem to be turning into a bouquet of flowers. In real life we don’t hear music when we kiss. We have three kinds of mice here. Judith was aware of her noose as a separate entity. Beware of Man Behind the Door. Mandy, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking. I’d like to know what love really sounds like. How many postcards had to die to make that shirt? Excitement is a girl. Being in a public place without shoes and waking up one day to find out I have three nostrils. Like fire to the heart and earth to the flesh. Edith has a duck coming nicely to the crisp. It’s true that anyone can fall in love with anyone at all. I’m in the mood for a little vivisection. I wouldn’t miss you so much if I didn't love you so much. The next step in hosiery. Only people with utterly perfect bottoms may wear them. Lingerie, sex toys, lesbian pornographic material. Amanda is a very bright, intelligent, creative person. Two hungry sharks in a world of unlimited halibut. The heart asks first for pleasure.