Friday, August 27, 2010

Quill #38 - Pet (1997)

An alien parasite
Has attached itself to me.
It speaks to me
Via rumbles and growls
Only I can interpret.
Sometimes I talk back to it,
But that just makes it angry.
The creature has grown,
Over several years,
Until some people
Refer to it as my
'Spare tire.'
My mate calls it 'love handles'
And caresses it
As though it's a part of me.
My biggest problem is
Feeding it enough
To keep it happy.

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