we know about your curls that wrap around the throat,
and choke off every kind of sound that might denote
displeasure with your wish and will. how kind of your
beauty to be so full of self-regard, we note.
but we don’t complain. the pain is nothing, really.
we’re just insane, to be in the same bloody boat!
i have no idea what to say– i do love you,
but your beauty is terrible- i have to shout!
look, i have an idea, let’s start all over-
before this ends badly, and your vanity smites
me completely. please hand me the scissors:
darvish will trim your curls from his tight, tight-er throat!
