The Nature of My Relation to Creation

Hello, Whoever-You-May-Be!

You’re naked so I know you’re not a she.

Although I must suppose I am the agency

through whom apparently you’ve come

so I can see whatever you’ve arrived to let

me view, I know you aren’t me and I suspect

that I’m not you. But I wouldn’t mind it

if I were. If I were you, I’d cause a stir.

I’d rather like to cause a stir.

I’d even like to have your ears. I bet each hears

a lot more than mine can. You seem a lusty man.

And you dance! I haven’t any rhythm. Oh dear.

Perhaps that marks a schism that will lead you

to despair of me, and to depart.

Please don’t depart.

I know I say I don’t like Art, and you are Art,

but I like you. Can you tell? Might you

be able to like me as well?

Is your name Art? My name is Guy.

What did you say? Ah.

Okay. Goodbye.

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