
Snails
This morning, at my garbage can,
just underneath the lid,
two snails in the embrace of love
connubially hid.
Who knows what dangers they had passed,
how high they had to climb,
in order to achieve at last
this interchange of slime?
I left you unmolested, snails,
beneath your plastic shelf,
because on Friday nights I look
ridiculous myself.
by Gail White from Paper Cuts (Kelsey Books, 2023)
Cover design: Shay Culligan
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