Ode to Sea Cow Copulate

I am a little tired of this. A little tired that's all, the apple a little yellow and a little hard to bite into leaning in a gusting cold river wind against a tree we've climbed many years ago. The arms sway easily, easy as we slip past the rocks and out where the manatees are screwing as if wanting so desperately to know one another the way they have known spinning blades upon their backs. That's a metaphor, you know the words. Intimacy is pain. Everyone. But do they know they're fat, do they know they're fat as shit and are they embarrassed to be fat and screwing in brackish water, just screwing for hours, are they tired. I am a little tired of this, that's all.