Therapy and Theory Are Nothing Alike
I am tired of eating salad at Tempura House
on Powell Street. See the soy sauce smears?
I’m a little bit annoyed. Why is it such a
bother that I am optimistic? Past tense.
Some Latin guy tells me he enjoys my butt,
watches it all the time, little uncut hardon
in front of me. Sometimes these things
just work out. OK, OK, I touched it,
grabbed it, I couldn’t help it, and I mean
why not? But briefly. I saw Humberto
at Badlands talking with some big blond
and I also saw the little guy who gave me
a hickey a few months ago. Too much
money for this. Sumo wrestling, not pick-
ing up any of the right words around me.
