Dear JC

Now I know why I was a little unnerved,
spending time with you.
Your eyes are scissors and glue.
You may not harvest me
and then try to seduce me
by feeding me
my own creampuff snail toes
and Roman arches,
strangely lovely though they are.
Let our loving friendship be a living one.
I am not the Colosseum, exotic food
or your thousand eyed collage.

2009