because I'm laced
with turpitude. And now
I'm standing in the ****,
uncovered. So, I'm

smothered from all
that touches me, like a white
canvas splattered with
red and black paint. I ain't

man. I ain't woman. I am
nil. I fill up with all you are. I fill up
like a cookie jar. I can fill with rocks
or cherries. I can fill with chocolate

chips or poison berries. Just tell me
all you like. I'll string you like a flying
kite. I'll take you high up in the air. I'll
take you till I break you like a broken chair.