The Clock


We moved the clock

After five years.

So we now look at

A little red oil painting

For the time,

Then swivel our necks

And shoot our eyes

Up to where it sits now.

It sometimes reminds me

Of the shock,

Being unfamiliar with girls anatomy,

That vaginas weren’t sat

Like perpendicular slots

But craftily tucked somewhere below.

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