YSJ Anthology 2015
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THE WOLF<br />
Claudia Calzini<br />
It’s morning.<br />
Her blush breasts brush against the bench<br />
as she leans, wiping the surface<br />
clean where last night her sweat had stained;<br />
I came.<br />
She laid our breakfast out on the tartan<br />
table cloth. The stack of pancakes<br />
and bacon rashes pestered my palette,<br />
pricking my tongue.<br />
Cooked by Satan. Shovelling the stodge<br />
into their mouths, ignorant, as they<br />
slid the buttery lick across the burnt bread<br />
slab, ploughing it into a mouthful<br />
of mush.<br />
Distorted discussions.<br />
The ting of glass chipping and metal forks<br />
squealing across the china, reminding<br />
me of her girlish groans; those muffled moans<br />
as I thrust between her thighs.<br />
I sighed.<br />
My collar hid my mistake - the marks from where<br />
she had sunk her teeth, and the others, lucky for<br />
me, were beneath my belt. The wife<br />
would never see.<br />
The horny harlot slammed down my dish.<br />
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