That Had Better Be Chocolate By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
i'm serial polite
and though i long to boil my body
in a frugal latherless stew
and put flame grilled thighs on ice,
you should help me take the bedsheets
from our hotel room 101
to the launderette across the road,
the one manned by man on borrowed time;
too grateful of our trade.
you should help me bleach the atmosphere
and dust the ash we loosed
from sturdy chandelier.
you should help me strategically
shift soft furnishings
to cover multitudinous sin,
the wine and crumbs of you and I,
the dusty patina of our corporeal buffet.
you should help me, before we check out.
the concierge thinks i'm stealing
labour from his displaced diaspora;
slavs who don't live anywhere
but work everywhere,
they've got my fathers pride
and an old patriot air
stowed in lockets that disappear
in the parting of their breasts
beneath three copies of the same uniform.
you should help me set the record straight,
for when we leave, we'll leave no trace
of this regression fought under nom de guerre.
let's do this again the next time
the cars won't start in the morning.
nobody will prove because nobody has to know,
habeus corpus, corpus delicti
and don't you dare take those pillow mints.
my breath reeks and
we were never here.
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