Treasure Island

Pontsho PCP Pusos

(16-06-1971 / Letlhakeng, Botswana)

In Winter, The Seductress Is Come


As the shivering alarm clock hisses
“Work, work, work”
From its frozen bedside table
And the irritable morning dog
Coughs pitifully at the honking school bus
She folds me in
And blows sleepily and suggestively
Into my arousing body
Padding the covers against the searching, cold, needles
Lulling me into her warm and inviting folds
Until Panic comes
And throws the covers away
Paints the bathroom with soapy water
And toothpaste foam
Throws a storm at the orderly closet
And hurls the car at the post-rush traffic

Submitted: Thursday, January 16, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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