in Nine stanzas

I say a lot
mostly out loud tenderly

I fear animals
and admire that they are truly organic from afar

I am singularly pierced
but rather communal and connected

I come home after a long night and alcohol
just in time to take my drowsy admonishment

I let my legs be themselves
and they simply will not grow hair

I have DD breasts
on a 34, arguably 36 chest

I am single
but a complete novice to my own sexuality

I am:
open to interpretation

In Treatment

4:33pm
Sunday, 02.10.08

I am beginning to think I could need treatment
By need I mean want with an incomparable lecherousness.
It is sexy. Sexual.
The need is lecherous.
But the therapist would say no.
The therapist would say that boundaries are set in unmitigated territory
There is no rationality around it, no changing it.
No podemos completar nuestra trabajo emocional y tener relaciones sexuales en solamente una hora.
Even an hour in the hole would not allow it.