Pick it with The Girl.
Even you who turn the wide labia.
Sometimes less than an afternoon.
Maybe you're the banana split lengthwise
and you could pleasure her
constantly to suck a koan?
Except she tells you dreams are overused.
And then the mental people
have funny afterlives,
poetry and your skin do interest me
but I don't know what to say to you anymore!
"Wednesday." "October." "History." "Applesauce."
I can't even put them in the right order
on the test they gave me
in the building like a white anthill.
Committing suicide in a museum
is such a cliche now.
It will be snowing again soon.
This feels like a workday.
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