Sailor, you said we’d see the siren-
Masthead & seven seas
Beneath your latex water-bed, rippling
Like your jelly rolls, old balls & belly
You let me pull your high socks down;
“I was going to bring flowers,” you said & colored
I’ll be your life, Gavin, I said. I mean
My nervous illness, that beached old manatee
You look nice, I always said
“I don’t anilize it,” you wrote me, you repugnant dullard
You tawked like this, cawfee &c: my
High spirits made you wonder
Awr you wild in bed?
You’re a writer too, I found out near the end
You write “sarcastic stuff” on EBay People took notice, the novel is next
I’m sorry I led you to think I liked you, you said
Because I don’t, you told me and shook your head.
Love is not exciting or new,
From the day you got my number,
I’d been expecting you.