The Wooden Belly By Thomas Godber and Elise Buddle
My Wooden Belly drones... on your hunger
Hunger for the textures that line-
Crease me over
over and over, until 'fit inbetween the cracks,
slock- your sock is tired after runnin',
hangs on the rack,
the rack that has a crack,
the rack that some lack...
like men.
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