I thought of changing my name today
to something really gay. Asphodel. Larc.
I thought of changing my name to Faust Lite.
I thought of my unholy desire for you,
and my holy desire for my cat Mittens.
I thought of many things, really.
I thought how the immortality of the soul
is real, but that it's just dish soap.
The jonquils are just now preparing to prepare
for spring. That thought should cheer you.
I am happy that I met you,
all of you, even if it was embarrassing
when you saw Mephistopheles stiff me
that way, the improvident mandate go down in flames.
Oh what can one expect from the Personals of literature? Really.
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