Sunday, June 28, 2009


When they told me emotions are dispensible
And confidence needs to be made permanent
And suddenly so much of distanced alertness
All this alertness
Makes me forget who I am
What am I expending my focus on?
A filthy, wasted bargain.

So they tell me love is an object
"Make an object out of love!"

And I try and peek in to see if it's my heart
Or my crotch they're talking about.

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