Years of Practising Preferring Her Vegetables To Dessert

My favourite reminds me of a man I knew
Called Albert
His skin was the kind of black
You could fall into
I saw him lift a house with one hand and
I believe if he trod too heavily
On the earth
Someone would die in Spain
My favourite differs

It is her social grace that can kill Spaniards
Her lungs that lift houses and
The blackness of her conversation that
I could fall into

I once slept with the entire population
Of Dunedin, obviously
I in my bed they in theirs but
The following morning
We all were gripped by a state of uneasiness
Of humming whistling and hedging
An awkward silence
Broken only by the loud smiling of my favourite
For unease is her fruit and sustenance

But
Don’t mistake me

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As my favourite and I walk in opposite directions
I pray the world truly is round

That we may crack our skulls together once more