Don't be mind.
I hate it when you do that.
I like it so much more when you are an imaginary monkey
named Mr. Chillingsworth who exploits me through DIY psychoanalysis,
a minor Japanese earthquake, or even a bevy of doves
confused with a Lebanese missile over Israel.
In other words, I have a crush
on your moods, not your mind, stoopid.
I also have a crush on Etgar Keret
but I don't think it will go anywhere.
Sometimes I lie and read him in the bathtub
when there is no water in it.
This is how I mentally prepare for winter.
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