Kreuger, the Carnivorously Inclined Crustation

Oh Kreuger,

You are my little crazy crab,

Swimming all day back and forth,

And all around the little tank,

You go.

Girl or boy, we do not know, Hermaphrodite:

You are a gender ambiguous crab to me,

And may you stay,

For you have no playmates.

I took your tea bag away,

Your resting (spot) in the darkness,

Once I turned out the fluorescent lights,

You were left with only the bag. 

Until the thermometer came into your life.

And oh how you love it,

You caress that thermometer like your mom (eter)

And you wish to make sweet love to it,

And you wish to give your babies over to it.

Hopefully, you will not eat them, when they hatch,

Because I forgot to give sand to you,

And I am unregular in my feedings for you. 

Sorry little guy/girl,

I love you.

On birth control

I mark my time in pills,
little daily doses of reality
as time slips away.

These perfectly formed pills-
a stark contrast to my life-
stamped and placed efficiently
in their perfectly formed
blister packs,
ready to be swallowed.

sometimes a girl feels
as if she's drowning
in pills, being swallowed whole
as she lays there alone.

Encased by many blankets
as her feet try -thump- to escape,
in the throes of a bad dream
little nightly doses 
of terror made real 
as time slips away.