3. Feminine Cogitation

Open. I swear. I say, “OPEN!”
Close. Clothes. Period.
Lots of it. Do you see them?
Oo!
They’re lost. Lost and gone. Gone from peace, to peace, with peace.
Filling, like greasy food. One bite and you’re pregnant, it’s easier than fucking.
One in, one down. One up, one died.
One found.
Where did you find it?
Completing my thought.
What’s the address?
My chest, 1/3 down my body, Hometown, NY.
Lead forth.
Do you get it?
Of course, your heart has a brain.
It thinks for itself.
Exactly.
Boomboom, thump. Boomboom, clunk.
Who’s there?!
There, as in Far Away?
Yes.
Everyone else.
Except one?
Yes.
You?
No.
Me?
No.
Love?
Yes.
Ah….

I see.