(&, somehow, I'm still sorry)
[Darwin wouldn't lie about evolution; his back strong against walls of persecution, to explain my adaptation of the right curl &tuck to sustain this cushion's carnal jaws.]
&If I were mutated, mutilated, if I had more than one piece of me per limb, I
would keep myself company when there's no one to shift,
uncomfortable on their leg wrapped around. Oh, sometimes
we both wish we had that.
(I think the time is drawing closer when you should tear me up &
put me out like a weak cigarette on the carpet &say, "There.
Now you don't have to go anywhere.")
&If I were mutated, mutilated, if I had more than one piece of me per limb, I
would keep myself company when there's no one to shift,
uncomfortable on their leg wrapped around. Oh, sometimes
we both wish we had that.
(I think the time is drawing closer when you should tear me up &
put me out like a weak cigarette on the carpet &say, "There.
Now you don't have to go anywhere.")