Sunday, July 04, 2010

mccxii

My balls are a little nicer than yours,
but for a group invitation, I’d take a
worm to the head.   Casters can’t be
castinets, after all.

People die in their 40s.
That’s old, huh?


I won’t be quite so distant.   Mean-
time, you keep saying that.   Means
you’re currently not working; just a
figment of culture.   Or even couture.
I lie in a big box like a grilled cheese
sandwich.

We had dinner.
Turns out we often do.


After therapy I go on a date with a
guy who has a boyfriend.   He kisses
Tic Tacs into my mouth.   My ears ring
for days but I won’t be sad.   It’s why
I like living in a democracy.