Assia

Assia Wevill

“It was her

mock surprise”

—Ted Hughes

“Dreamers”

Birthday Letters

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You didn’t find her—she found you

She sniffed you out—and went for you

We were just a minor diversion—

Puppets for her little performance

She fascinated you, shocked you—

With her pretending innocence

She pretended to be a hanged woman—

Popped-out eyeballs, strangled by you

A witch’s daughter, Black Forest whore—

A modern Lilith with greasy nails

She sat there with her soot-wet mascara—

Batting her conniving eyes at you

Slightly filthy with erotic mystery—

Her black Mongolian erect pubic hair

She told you her made-up dream—

About a giant slithery Pike in a lake

She knew you’d be a sucker for it—

It made your Mytholmroyd dick throb

You’d fallen in love with her then—

Without even knowing it, how dumb

I knew then the nightmare had begun—

You melted like any normal male would

Inside the Pike’s golden-globed eye—

I saw you making love to her soon