Short First Cousin Poems

Her body produced more keratin than most
As her first cousin I often did kind of boast. 
We called her turtle girl in honor of her shell
A cool hiding place for her head to hide and dwell.

I wish I could bring in my legs too she often said.
She was never able to until a day before she was dead.
I thought of her for years after her death and quite often 
Especially how her tail stuck out of the side of her coffin...

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The knife in the back struck me ruthless.
I bound up the wound as best I was able. 
I had to get small in my room at the farm
And store all my books in the stable.
Emotion sickness, Mal de Mer,
First cousin to the deep blue sea.
She courted me ad nauseum;
Made me Vertigo’s sad devotee.
While on my knees I noticed the dirt
Hard caked on the soles of her feet.
I counted my chickens as all wings and legs.
And I’m left with a page full of Fabergé eggs....

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