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2001-02-02
When I’m in the mood for love women lick me on the street
they lick me for the salt
they lick me as if I were melting and sweet—
I am wounded and candy all rolled into one delicious pedestrian.
I hurry to repay a visit from society.
Its beautifully dutiful daughters delight in my manners—
with me they're differently drummed.
Enchanted parents advise me, “Marry,
have children, live vicariously whenever you can, and if you absolutely can’t help it,
stray.”
Springtime.
The alligator in the tuxedo standing at the altar with us on our wedding day will be according to custom:
"Something borrowed,
something blue,
something that isn’t on the list of mate for life species either.”