The Second Sex

After the first sex, there is no other. I stick my gender in a blender and click send. Voilà! Your new ex-girlfriend. You cuckold me with your husband. I move a box with Ludacris. The captain turns on, we begin our descent. Be gentle with me, I’m new to this. I say the wrong thing. I have OCD. My obsessive compulsions are disorderly. I say the wrong thing, did I already say? I drive my dominatrix away. The coyote drives her in a false-bottomed van. He drops her in the desert. The bluffs are tan. She’ll get a job at Chili’s picking up butts. I feel ya, Ophelia, I say to my nuts. And there is pansies. That’s for thoughts.