I Know You...

I know you fear someone will give you
a pet unicorn one day, and that it will starve to death
under your shoddy and nervous care.
Or that this unicorn will grow up retarded
under tutelage of your home schooling.
I know you envy the Great White Shark
and William Carlos Williams equally.
Who doesn't?
I know you found one of winter's pubic hairs
this afternoon, and stuck it in your pocket
while nobody was looking
like a little porn princess after the job.

I know you by the delicacy of such DILFish gestures.