sea dreaming

sea dreaming

she was heavy and french, full of oysters and wine
but he heaved her over his shoulder and ran
down the beach at sandgate and into the sea
where they fell with a monstrous splash
(the editor cut at that point)

so what happened next?
did she stand up and slap him and let out a stream
of gallic vituperation?
did she find at long last her inner mermaid
and swim round in seaweedy circles?

most likely the former, but maybe the latter
has left her a lifelong yearning that some day
she'll return to the sea with her handsome chef
who'll forget about michelin stars and such things
and roll in the surf with her embonpoint

she sighs in french
her cellulite quivers as one more oyster
slips down her throat all sleek and slimy
to nestle within her depths.


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[Catherine Edmunds]

Published in wormwood, earth and honey (Circaidy Gregory Press)