I am media literate
and dripping. I am drenched in innuendo
about my traffic cone collection
and hair berets.
For years my makeup felt sick.
Now I swallow lint
like a child. The thick mollusk keeps knocking
whenever I masturbate.
I can't nocturnally ejaculate.
For years I felt you in my kidneys
playing the organ.
I knew an evangelist would swim
through my intestines.
For years the television was a great friend
but now he sits outside
my window
begging for change.