A fluid like spit
touched my body
and put me in a good mood
for the rest of my life.

The edge of my tongue
is lined with many stupid thoughts,
but also the dumb courage
to lick the tip of your triangle
until you are happy.

I have been instructed -
Heal **** before trance.
Heal skinless during trance,
and after trance,
don't heal at all.

Again, my tongue is
a fat slug that doesn't
get much done, except
when it ***** and *****.

A voice says "no"
everywhere inside me.
Meanwhile, the rain
makes me wet.