Is it enough that I am in bed with Digable Planets, silk pajamas? Was going to say “shitty,” got auto-corrected. Took back “leopard print,” inserted houndstooth. I am moving on up, getting dee-luxed. Cleaning the house without your tongue. Not rolling in my six-four toward anywhere. Green hills, wild blue what you’re thinking I can also think. If I want I can cross my legs, or hush. Make darling less sharp. I whittle down to lace stockings, get laser-removed. Skip dollar Bud Thursday to slink along the Chelsea circuit white-wined. I’ll take this one: graceful gold-tipped point to culture no pop all fizzle. To canvas, a savings account with truffles. Think eggshell white, stainless gums clenched. Uptightening in sonatas I call home. Finally planting basil, patient to save you a sprig. Improved, I ask instead of take.