Pack ‘N Play

When my daughter asked for a pack and play,
As a gift for her baby shower,
I paused – waited graciously and expectantly,
Thankful that we were on the phone,
And not sitting together in person,
So that she could not see my mouth…..
Drop. And I snorted.
I was positive that she didn’t want a lifelike silicone dildo,
That could travel from packing – that delectable bulge where there was none before,
To fucking – a condom and some lube,
And I do believe you know what I mean.
Things change,
My double entendre is your gift,
Wrapped in green giraffe paper,
With yellow streamers.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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