What’s Inside?

Been thinking about this for a while, not that my other half has one because he doesn’t (in fact he’s verging on scrawny thanks to obsessive cycling) but it’s always bothered me. A bit….

What?

What do men keep in their stomachs?

You know the sort:

solid, beer-stretched above small hips

a belt constantly thumb hooked up

in hope.

It doesn’t feel like fat,

the sort that cushions a child’s hand,

it doesn’t dent or undulate.

It’s a tank,

liver and spleen and intestines unravelling

loose hanging like astronauts slow twisting in space.

Or have they grown into bulldogs

snarling, beefed-up organs

jammed in,

stuck for space,

kennelled.

I don’t know.

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2 responses to “What’s Inside?

  1. I always thought it was a barrel, might be a kennel though! x

  2. We’re going to have to grow one (any volunteers?not me or you obviously) x

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