As If I Knew

Sex is cinema –
its sins are meted out
in private showings –

seized in filmic fantasies:
man and/or a woman
and/or man, women and/or men

adore, abhor, implore, or bore:
one or two or three or more:
profligate or sparse: mostly

it’s a Beckett farce: with luck you
get a scream – or double-feature.
(Super-individuated creatures

get to laugh.) Graph its dream:
you’ll find the cream of it
most always whips up after:

recollections of the thing
are pretty much what make it sing.
Love – supposed to fit you

like a glove – rarely does.
“Ha!” you say. “As if you knew!”
You’re right.

I rhyme a lot
and draw cartoons.
No clue.

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