infinite beggarly in laying siege to the being gone you must not touch/ you must not touch/ touching is forbidden but plowing your face into some guys’ butt is an accommodation/ you, with the black eyes/ pugnacity and false teaching me to sing again/ i hated them and everything they stood for/ i plotted/ i planned/ i bore down upon them/ the body is the book, but i set out to seduce them all as desire is the last revenge/ half of them fucked me in the ass/ one by one, the other half in their strong toil of grace, wanted me to fuck them you won’t tell okay you won’t tell okay you won’t tell okay/ okay already, get over it i won’t tell, i lied/ the barricades capitulated whose sword cuts through recrimination and their bowels whose smells humiliated them when pulling out of their negligent suffering, their morsels on a gaudy night/ all the secrets of my brother’s house, and it was delicious sinking into them as they pouted in all the corners of the world/