Good Morning Gulliver
Welcome to my day Gulliver, the dogma of “no strings attached” embellish my
fingers and toes. Welcome to the nausea tranquilized by the calla’s bribe
allowing the animal beneath the skin to sleep. Welcome to my Mapplethorpe’s
finger fuck, three dimensional and stepping-off what’s left of hair, lips,
eyes with all its deleterious offspring fastening a rope around my neck
to asphyxiate the desire to hate or love. Welcome to the libretto of my aging
crevices touching and melting no one.