"They won't know when to stop," I say.
"So don't pour in too much.
They will eat so much they'll explode."
Very poetic.
We sit and watch them swim -
Their bowl on the dresser
a grotesque mirrored cosmos
reflecting ours in which limitless love is poured
and in which we feast
and feast
and feast.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
"They won't know when to stop," I say.
"So don't pour in too much.
They will eat so much they'll explode."
Very poetic.
We sit and watch them swim -
Their bowl on the dresser
a grotesque mirrored cosmos
reflecting ours in which limitless love is poured
and in which we feast
and feast
and feast.
