Catfish, what is your secret combination
of herbs and spices?
What delicate mix of lint and tennis ball?
What is the proper perspiration
licked from your genital pores?
Walking down the street
I hear slurping sounds:
a bagel chip, cat shit, a moldy taco shell.
Catfish, I roll over in the night
seeking my wife's neck
and there you are, snorting blissfully into space,
your paws in the air, your mouth open.