Paul Hostovsky

Song

Sex is weird, don’t you

think? I mean take my nose

in your handkerchief. I mean

who doesn’t want to rub up against

Beauty? Get a little of it on your

eyelids, in your nose, get inside its

dark, sweet, monogrammed folds

for a good sneeze? It’s a little

weird, a little gross, but I would

kiss you where you pee if you would

let me. Bless me, don’t you think it’s

Fate? I mean you and me in Beauty’s

corner? I mean me rooting for Beauty

in your lap? And don’t you think

Whoever thought this up was

Weird? I mean what was She

thinking? Love is life licking itself

prolific. I think it’s all just one big

Tongue. And I don’t think it means

anything. And I think about it all the

time. I mean all the time. Don’t you?

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