O - Your American guest

It is completely unreasonable
to stop me sharing your bed while she's here
It is a double bed - room for a prize bull
alongside you, and she
will sleep on the spare mattress, on the floor
like a guard dog
What would either of you want with the striplet trench
my body would leave here?
If she were vegan, would you throw out all your milk and eggs?
If she were anarchist, would you lash foxhounds to the bedpost and
refuse to clean up their shit?
If she were me, would you persuade all your girl-friends to sleep with
her?
If she were you, would you go back to Abergele and pump her room full
of oxygen until the walls split apart and she sleeps on the ceiling,
covering her shoulders with firehands and darting her tongue at the
spiders under the skirting, catching them and stuffing them into
cooking apples