i yearn for no one today
and i’ve no hope to one day
my children will come back
from california my x-husband will return and soon
i will fly to new york and see and not see all
my x-loves i will love none of them
i will have se-x with some of them
the songs are not about them
and never will be
help me, Horse, for i can neither neigh nor sigh
if Thou hast truly made me in Thy Sinewy Likeness:
Let Down the Coarse Ropes in Your Neck
the Yellow Gorsed Sleep in the Corner
of Your Wet Black Eye