done turned like the radio dial -
zig zag in its artsy  ness on
the afghan blankets,  on the
bench seat old tahoe. never have
i ever ****** the gym owner in my
over achiever bally sports bra / or
i lie all the time.
and, like,
you could be the pink alien in tassled chaps
or the singer/poet.
dialed the pizza place and hung up,
dialed the congressman and hung up,
embarrassed -
without a trick to pull out of your
ultracool spacesuit.