Bite Me
Did the vampire eat his wife for dinner?
Clearly not said an elegant elderly man reading my pussy
t-shirt in the second-hand bookshop of Saint Columba one Tuesday
‘White Fuzzy Cat’ limited edition 1/150 by The Vampire’s Wife
it’s Nick Cave’s wife Susie’s fashion label my tongue twisted
this tall man with a Harry Styles wave in white would know
who I was talking about
people in musty bookstores have higher IQs
score well in general knowledge quizzes
win daily at Wordle ardle oodle
or enjoy the hunt for cheap Presbyterian reads.
I found some cheap reads
my Lily Max children’s novels published 8 years ago
Book #2 as new, 2 bucks
Book #1 well thumbed, 4 bucks
Book #3 no where to be seen
I wrote these I told fuzzy bum the cat who’s actually black
I should have looked to see if a child had pencilled their
name on the endpapers - offered to sign them
taken an author with book selfie - put it on Insta
then I spied Prince Caspian galloping a black horse in a black forest
C S Lewis, 2 bucks, mine, browned pages, print so small a shrew
would don its headlamp.
Why did they use Times New Roman 6.5 in the early days of publishing?
Was everyone well sighted back then from fatty mutton chops and
quarter acres of boiled carrots in parsley sauce
the shop smelled of parsley sauce, the carpet thin sage.
We get a lot of famous people in here said the volunteer with
Barbara Cartland hair and a big voice
that women wrote these books she exclaimed after me
Fuzzy Cat mewed
Susie might have smiled
white Harry clutched Bram Stoker
and a lone ego floated briefly above the carpark.
