i wish that god
would take his massive arms
and simultaneously
pluck us out of our separate beds
smashing us together with king kong reverence
so that we land in a crumpled mess
in a cloud of disturbed dust
somewhere in between
our respective starting places
like we were characters
in an old warner brothers cartoon
i wish he'd shake his finger at us
and say, there...that's better
there's nothing more unsightly, my children
than ungrateful lovers
now kiss and make-up already
you sillyheads
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