Pt. 4
Oh but to exhale
clear
lungs once & for All
of
cheap sex humour tugging
incessantly
& invitingly
sickly
once more, alluring
in its Purity
Animal my animal must
meat
your animal unashamed
bring
it & let’s do it finally
let’s
have an affair
&
pray that you don’t tell, that
no one in this small town has eyes to see
And so, you see I’ve only faint ideas
of why
they always find me:
mysterious
liaisons, non-existent as
they
may be, chronically related to
my
trying so hard & working so hard
at this in mind, garden & notebook
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