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Rosemary spotted a big rat in the water
Her Momma wasn't particularly impressed with her finding
Rain drops hung on their waxy, pink skin
In the rain they looked like two rain-hammered flowers

All around them was muck

The boy came sploshing through the floody water
The scrawny thing was shivering and he-
Embraced her Momma
Her Momma let him join her under the umbrella
(And there was on her Momma lips a big Momma smile)
Rosemary was quick-she saw that he'd bent his head
And was burrowing... burrowing between her Momma's legs
He pulled down his shorts; his little bums were saggy
Rosemary hated her Momma for standing dumb and dumbly gasping
She hit the boy on the back of his kitten head
And clawed off a slice of his peachy ***
(Still he clung to her Momma, like a half-shaved dog)
And then she said:
'I know your parents. I'm gonna tell'em'
That drained all glee from his fiendish mien
He stood there for a moment before he pulled his tee over head
And when he was gone, Rosemary let her *** pass down her legs
(As she often did in the rain)
The final hours of the Sunday market
Chellama thought of how she'd spend the night-
Lonely, in her mother's company
Eating the fruit of her labour

Hearing a babyvoice call her name
She looked up and found-
With fire in his hair, a little man:
A sungod of a dwarf
Her toyman;
She felt the boars of fire
Bang on her inside
He asked for her hand

They rolled like dice
In the hay; only the dogs were near
(The urchins lifted cassava roots from her stall)

She found the dwarf had lost his fire
He turned cold and-
He was dead
Chellama pulled herself up and scampered to her stall and-
There, cooling herself down, thought of how she'd spend the night
Lonely, in her mother's company
On the cluttered table were a 7Up can and-
The bowl he'd eaten banana chips from
He'd drawn on the lingerie-ad-girl in the mag a bush
And there was on his shorts a big, protein stain
In his diary were kept two photographs:
One, of his love and the other, with his parents
(Taken when lions were still used in circus)
The last entry read how painful it was-
To find there was little of himself in his life;
He'd invented, out of his desire to beat-
The flow of life, a moment to act
Anna had pooped in her pants
A prim and proper girl, and yet she pooped
A creepy, drippy mess- dark brown stool
She brought shame upon the family name

At school they said it was the baby
(It was one of her boyfriends, they said)
I denied the story and told them
How fond she had been, of babies
I was playing ping pong with the little one
When she came in with the young man
Seeing that her hand was around his his waist, the little one asked me:
"Is this my real papa?"
I shook my head; dandruff fell on my shoulders
I shook hands with him; handed him flakes of d.
He was younger, taller, stronger
He lacked eyelashes
His feet were bigger
'I love him'
'You don't love me?'
'I love him more than I love you'

'Don't put the ball in your mouth'
I stood up and and walked over to them
I lifted his hand from her thigh
And moved it across my face
I climbed into his lap and kissed him-
On the mouth
'I love him for I love you
I love him through you
I am the Love King
I am the God of Love'
(The little one was blushing)
I was playing ping pong with the little one
When she came in with the young man
Seeing that her hand was around his his waist, the little one asked me:
"Is this my real papa?"
I shook my head; dandruff fell on my shoulders
I shook hands with him; handed him flakes of d.
He was younger, taller, stronger
He lacked eyelashes
His feet were bigger
'I love him'
'You don't love me?'
'I love him more than I love you'

'Don't put the ball in your mouth'
I stood up and and walked over to them
I lifted his hand from her thigh
And moved it across my face
I climbed into his lap and kissed him-
On the mouth
'I love him for I love you
I love him through you
I am the Love King
I am the God of Love'
(The little one was blushing)
A little bit of skin
A little bit of warmth
A little touch of your puny hands
To make sure that I'm alive
To make sure that I'm not the only person alive
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