Karen had a stepsister like no other. She had legs and eyes and touching thighs. But no no no don't go there her hand slipped on a knife. Karen's sister was named. Her name. Her name was Caryn. Caryn was a metaphor and a meaty phor. 

One day when karen was at the shop she met her daughter which yet ceased to exist. She slipped out from under the fridge without ease. Her eyes white as her black heart.

Caryn is going to get married today to a lovely horse named Bein. Bein is not really a horaw. He just thinks he is.  But i want you to know that I love you. And as you may now slit the bride was pronounced he slit her throat and cursed upon her deadly extentional sins.

They both went to the grocery store and fucked some shit up. But don't get too excited. They stole some grapes and some free bags. I really hate them. I hate you too but not as much as I hate the fact that you were an aid to my unborn baby. Netherless i will cherish you and roll down this hill alone. I think you are a sophisticated woman. But you are a slutty hoe.

I love you.

In the end my unborn baby was Shakespeare from the backwards time capsule and he went on the live in a fridge.

But I think karyn is a slut and had mozart with caryn.

Shove a crayon up ya pencilsharpenerclut.

Published 2014

Copyright Margaret Mahy