Stretch Throat Sonnet
In dreams, as I fondle virile lovers,
the child gags on wads of milky vomit,
sleepwalks out of bed, peels off the covers
and flings her flat chest and skinny armpit
upon swollen breasts. Her acid breath lands
on mouths of callous mothers in the gloom,
kisses too hungry. Men fade in my hands
as her damp lips seek mine-- a rancid bloom
in these sweet arms, reeking of infant bile.
She grabs me and cries as I edge away.
The pink cat and mouse jammies are vile.
I tell her to wash her sticky hair, stay
out of my bed, off the down comforter.
I want lovers. I do not comfort her.
