Port in your veins instead of blood (passed to the right)
and flesh that’s made of stilton dough
a soft soft pushing through your pastry paunch would go right through
no spine to stop my finger
spread you
milk fed calf balloon head
breadboy
when nanny dressed your marsh a mellow toes in little socks
your frilly shirt and Purdie blond
you soggy mash
you uncooked suet pud
Rule me?
Oh get to fuck
you’d fling your viscous weight awash
all saturate from fats and wine
a sloshing ooze
you don’t scare me
you terrify.
Rachel McGladdery