Poetry (I’m Too Prosaic for This)
So I wrote a poem. It was weird. I don’t do poetry. But it wasn’t working as a story, so I went and experimented. I also tried it with “cunt” for “fingers”, but “cunt” doesn’t have enough syllables and “pussy” is iambic and I needed a trochaic word (also, logic: how does one reach over a riverbank with one’s cunt? I do not know), so I’m unfortunately stuck with the less vulgar version.
Tantalus in the River
I am Tantalus in the river,
and by your hand I cheat the gods.
With my mouth I bite the air below the peach,
crack my teeth,
bite my tongue,
starve in the shy water.
But from your fingers I lick sweet nectar,
and my belly,
so full of warmth,
no longer cries.