You
try to make the points
you’ve
stored in stories
you
can tell at parties
while
a pet is on your lap:
logic
is reflexive and insidious –
intention
seeps into your smallest
talk
– desperately deductive –
underneath
a tone you
try
to make seductive.
Your
social apparatus pleads
and
begs. The pet voluptuously
drapes across your legs..
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