frogs boils neighbours locusts
it’s about the frogs he said the neighbourboy written up
in the paper on saturday now a billionaire developer in bed
with DiNiro an investor in Canada’s first Nobu a grifter niece’s
favourite resto
but back to Guillermo he was dimwitted as a boy and i could
make him eat dog shit i didn’t but i could have he later lied
on his med school personal statement +didn’t get in
touting imaginal hardships like the time our poodle ripped
every hair out of their maid’s head his mother a crass jaguar
driving bitch once pushed me to the ground hard i was 5
her moustachioed daughter had followed me down a laneway
to the frog graveyard frogs decapitated splattered entrails
surprisingly ungreen
this family watched us eat through our window across from their
toilet where we once heard the father shrieking as his sphincter
which was quite tight finally opened
it is doubtful DiNiro
has been apprised
of this
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Spring 2021
songanddancegirl 