We only bathe on Thursday afternoons
That being the right time
To stand bare within the steam
To cast away the cloth of culture
To embellish our odors
and breathe, finally
Through our nostrils

We’re the last of an ancient order
Once bent on conquest
Now content
with Netflix

We stand upon patios
Critiquing America's backyards
Before we indulge
in *** and pool-hopping

I know there are more of us
In the cities and trash heaps
Yet the only two I’ve met
Are myself, and my love
We will leave this ******* Babylon
We will find our lost clansmen
We’ll search the libraries and graveyards
And reunite with our-selves