pc: Barbara Paulsen, 2015.
I Am A Round Hole.
A moist n’ juicy, searingly succulent, deliciously drippy, lip-smacking round hole.
Ripe for consumption.
A technicolor tunnel of love. Circular smooth.
A black, Kali imploded, Venus fly-trap hole.
Shoo, fly. Don’t bother me.
A hidey-hole. Shy. Apple of, don’t spit in, my eye… sly.
A hole in the wall of it All.
A hole in One.
And square pegs do not suit me.