Prinking while the first charges detonate,
you wonder vaguely
if they have anything to do with Suki.
Next, the door to your bedroom blows out
like a paper hoop.
Suki enters,
bolshy as a pterodactyl in an arboretum,
wearing a sooty grin and brandishing
fistfuls of cankerworms.
'Here's for thy pains!' she chortles,
flinging them at the back of your head.
Suki is good-natured but poor
at gauging the mood.
Caterpillars go down the back of your blouse.
There are two in the cold cream.
More explosions. The room crunches, heels.
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