ORANGE IS THE COLOUR OF THE NIGHT

by joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 11:00am

I spoke with sordid gusto

I slobbered

though clearly I chided

My Docile Husband —

“What do We CELEBRATE

on this Planet?!

What do We CELEBRATE?

We CELEBRATE

S — E — X

That’s why We’re here!!”

“CARROTS ARE PENISES

& PUMPKINS ARE CUNTS”

Note:

I go padding down the hall

every morning

in My Cranberry Slippers

to serve My Husband

His Oatmeal & Raisins