It’s The End Of The World [09]: Queer Reptile

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Queer Reptile

This is my season of alertness.
We’re sorry, your call cannot be validated as dialled.
I wouldn’t be caught dead
without my Ray-Bans.
Please check the number and dial again.
My lime claws slip out
from my pink pineapple
Hawaiian shirt.
We’re sorry, your call cannot be validated as dialled.
I told you I would be ready,
and I have been
since before I said it:
how I feel about waiting.
Please check the number and dial again.
Glass-eyed
and slimy-tailed,
I perch upon my rock,
taking in the heat
I cannot provide myself.
We’re sorry, your call cannot be validated as dialled.
Unaccountable,
I am disturbed
only by flies
whom I suck in whole . . .
for their nutrients.
They are loyal friends.
Please check the number and dial again.
Long distance brain waves
cannot reach you
from my rose-tint mount,
so I am cursed to ROAM.
I have not had your # in years,
but I can’t imagine you’ve changed.
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Please check the number and dial again.


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About Author

Anne Young

Anne Young is a full-time English and Philosophy teacher living in Dublin, Ireland. She is a passionate mother, animal-lover, and daughter; her favourite poets are Sexton, Plath, and Olds. Anne’s unpublished Queer Reptile: My Zoology was shortlisted for the Fool For Poetry prize in Ireland.