I am hurting.  My hurt is

giggle-imposed.  Girl indulgent.

Vanity is a sweater I need help

taking off.  The subject of my narcissism

is hysterical to me. Ripe

for excision.  A fool in the old

senses — she likes talk (lay

your ear low on her

abdomen). She likes to be

listened to which is some-

times the same as kissing.