Before anything must really take place here,
let’s just remember what brought us to this point
of denial and humorless envy for a goddamn pickle.
Are we both too callous to see our foolishness
and obvious desire for a fight whenever possible?
It’s not like we ever really whooped each other
into a froth or a frenzy, but words have been said
that neither of us will unhear as long as we live.
Poultry guts, harpsichord licker on a Sunday night,
tickle-me-princess, tumbling ghost face deluxe,
gargantuan pimple pushing troll doll salesman.