Poem: Big row

I had this big row 

in this big city 

on our only big holiday.
Oh, this big drama

on this great big platter

of moules and frites and great big steaks.
Oh those big snakes

snarling and slavering on the big vicious decades

of snarling slavering vicious

mouths open

drooling and calling everyone in secret;

spitting to the point of outrage and/or awkwardness.
And then how we left it all as normals 

and all un-normals and all

awful.

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