Mantis

La meua dona: “Així m’agraden els homes Que em puguin arrabassar I endur-se’m travessant Les aventures més perilloses Dementre que em burxen el cony I m’umflen sense atur amb llur matràs I llavors tot de sobte es moren Exhaurits, o sota el pes d’una muntanya O transfixits per qualque estaca roent O sota una calamarsada de bales justicieres. Gràcies a déu, homes d’aquests rai N’hi ha en excés Prous me’n toquen.” Jo: “Cal desesmolar les arestes Llimar allò aspre I esdevindre serp I passar com serp Sense crits ni enrenous Relliscant dolçament Pertot cabent-hi doncs Prou.” The wife: “I’ve always loved a man who can Sweep me off my feet And can carry me across The most dangerous adventures While he fucks me blind And pumps me till I’m bursting And then he suddenly dies exhausted Or under the weight of a mountain Or pierced by a burning stake Or under a hail of righteous bullets. Thank heavens, I’ll be alright I get my fill There’s men like this to spare.” The husband: “Smooth the corners Unsharpen the spikes Become a snake And pass along as a snake would Without a sound In such ease - coolly slithering Always fitted Through every stricture Clean.”