I Heart You
There are words on the fridge,
they’re magnetic.
“I liver you, with all my lungs”
“January breaks 50% off…”
There are pictures of cats, newspaper cuttings
with words and letters blacked out.
“I stomach you, I do, but I don’t brain you.
Let’s skin. And glove your holes”.
“Sweet, sharp, sophisticated and full…”
The fridge door has lost its suction,
the man living in it never turns the light off.
“Despot daughter a mini-dictator”.
There is inside, next to the peppered cheese,
a gaudy matrioshka.
“(pictured above, dancing)”
There is on her face a black
mustache; it might as easily
be snot, or a spot.
Claire Trévien‘s poetry pamphlet, Low-Tide Lottery, was published by Salt in 2011. She is the editor of SabotageReviews.com. Her first collection of poetry will be published by Penned in the Margins in 2013. Find out more here.