Monthly Verse
Belly
Old man's belly,
voluptuous bag,
thou shadest my dong.
lift thee up
to zip and snap,
to aim my whiz.
Cover my lap,
stretch my shirt,
pop buttons off.
On elevators, push.
fill airplane seats,
spread. Take root.
I planted thee,
fed and sheltered thee,
thou child of table-love.
By Orson Scott Card
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