Valentines: “would you fuck your clone (y/n)” by Katie Mansfield
would you fuck your clone (y/n)
in high school on ask.fm someone submitted
“would u date urself” to my inbox & me
who had been called bitch & annoying & spent a year doing
some boy’s math homework said: “probably not, I’d be a handful” well
5 years later all my best friends are obsessed with my boobs
& I would like to go on record to revise:
yes I would date myself not only would I date myself
I would make sweet love to her bite the spot on her neck
that makes her eyes roll back I would let her cook
the same balsamic mushroom pasta for every date night & I’d wear
every lopsided bucket hat she sews let her be a brat with too many opinions
on marvel movies & not enough thoughts on which stocks we should add
to our investment portfolio, we’d seduce men into doing our taxes
& then I would give her the best head of her life
did I mention great boobs
that baby blue balconette bra
did I mention her laugh is like rainforest café
like the thunderous magic of the best birthday party you attended
in the third grade
& when the gray days come we’ll practice coexisting same as how we live
with the spider in the corner of our apartment –
nervy but never enough to want to end it all –
yes I would fuck my clone, pull her hair
‘til she writhes & her onion-sweat-stench curdles our sheets
& the cat’s litter box overflows & all the tomatoes we won’t eat wither on the vine
& I pile pillows between us to hold space for the too much
it is too much
thank god
it is too much