Irish Marriage (Italics by Nadia)
Maybe when we were married in Ireland I was always happy
in the sun lying in the greenest grass you've ever seen
and having kids
while our kids danced a jig
beautiful kids
and we wore giant sweaters
and your beautiful big belly
made of the wool
your big pregnant belly
from our sheep
kissing your belly
and our faces aching every night
before we went to sleep
your protruding belly button
because we smiled too much
during the day
your big fucking milk breasts
and the lake and the swans
and our fireplace
and your smile of accomplishment
after each day
and your homeschooling
in the school house behind the house
where you shear sheep when the season came
and all our children have traditional gaelic names
and the garlic in the food
and the potatoes
and your big milk breasts
and your big fertile cock
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