the Chunk Lover concert, you told me
that you needed to have a little
sex, even just a blow would do.
You promised that you had a
tongue cleaner—lemon flavoured—
back at your place that I could use.
I know you weren’t necessarily trying
to be an asshole, but this was a stark departure
from our previous talks, where we debated
the merits of soft leaded pencils versus
The only way I could react
was to give you that weird look, which I regret
because now I seem like the maladjusted one.
But it wasn’t enough that je t’avait dit non.
Just a little sex, you insisted.
Je t’avait dit non, and that wasn’t enough.
So I had to bring up the fact
that you smelled funky.
And that wasn’t enough.
Just a little sex.
Just a little…
And it wasn’t enough.