i want to say something deep about how your mouth is the organ of learning and how you won’t be content until all knowledge has dammed up your gullet,
but every bite you bite hurts so damn much
(not to mention you hurtle like a torpedoed bullet into my bruising legs,
even hewed your claws scratch welts to complement the flash of chewed up flesh that decorates my arms,
your mother weeping ‘no!’ and ‘ow!!’ and ‘how!!!’ shakes me from every sleep,
and not to be crass but you have an asshole shaped like a cracked walnut rarely covered by your whacking tail.
oh and the glaze of piss you’ve blanketed the world in kind of skeeves me out)
baby i can’t fill your cup if you keep spilling mine