You really should have seen them
scurrying about from one research
office to the next, etc. Kinsey wanted
everyone to only be studying the
bumps under each of the sleeping
subject’s slippery eyelids. He’d say
bi. But heresy arrives regularly wear
ing wildly varying disguises. Man
Ray sleeps with Basquiat, and so
on. Herbert Hoover and the rest
of the vacuum cleaner clan build
their Hoover Dam. All of the
regular beavers, as well as the
Leave It to Beavers, build beaver
dams. And the boys and girls
would not stop singing that
repulsive lullaby—the one
about how much wood the
overachieving woodchucks
upchucked on any given—
it was all enough to damn
even the grooviest night
mares. Chuck, the head
woodchuck back in those
days, always insisted upon
telling a different story.
It was just that dopey song
that always stayed the same.
