rise up out of the fondue
like a thumb
through the bung
of a bialy
and I think
how chocolate might
have hair
and i think of
nudes in a freezer bar
wearing chocolate masks
and then
show erect nipples
to passersby
on the streets
through glass walls
nipples bared
like fangs
i think of cousin It's
nipple fangs
their retractability
how the nipple can be a foreskin
for a fang the color of jade chocolate
as if old Geronimo Washington's
head had been cake
how islands
are sold
to ideograms
of monkey sauce
I see them one more time
"aahh, my romance"
It is surely a clone of H.P. Lovecraft
and a blonde midget woman.
They are lovers.
And I only ever see them
by the drive-through bank.
As I child I always looked
forward to looking to see
if "the teller" was sexy or old.
Sometimes the sexy looked bland.
Sometimes the old looked interesting.
But mostly the sexy
were just hot!
Especially the chubby cheeks
with chocolate antler weaves!
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