Carla was on her from the Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise She sat at a picnic table There was a toxic orange moon and it was cold
Carla out her knife and began etching words into the table's surface Then, she of her co-worker Jack
Carla to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus He was meaty but His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious in a meat suit
Thinking this Carla a dreamy smile Her was small to begin with But dreaming it even smaller That's just how people are Their get smaller with dreams
small mouth was dreaming As her knife began a poem into the table I like hot voids, smooth pants, beds in the rain I like tongue petals, lather, a sun But what I like is the worship of a luscious apparatus
When Carla was done She went back to her work And scooped shiny goop into jars just how some people are Their mouths get smaller dreaming
The day Jack took his own 1am lunch break At the same picnic He noticed the poem carved into the Although he know who had written it
He thought 'Luscious aptly described him So he took out his own knife and 'Luscious was here'
After a few days Jack and Carla to sit at the picnic table at the same time They both started to at the things carved in the table Then they looked at each They who each other was
mouth got small and dreamy Jack's eyes got and hot When they got with the graveyard shift They went back to Jack's and had sex
Wordless sex, sex, fast sex, talking sex Sex like animals have, sex like boys Sex like girls have, sex upside down, sex out Sex with grins, sex tears, sex, sex, sex
Then she noticed the by the side of Jack's bed picked the knife up and Carla knew at once That Jack's were from carving himself Jack was to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve in her This was she drew the line She'd have any kind of sex but not a knife When refused to let Jack carve her up Jack felt cheated and
He felt that by a poem in the table Carla had been to be carved upon Carla see it that way at all She got up and started on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her a knife was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating Then, because she was small and could move She ducked and Jack tripped and
And himself in the arm with his own knife He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there Carla didn't think of as a luscious apparatus after that