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.