i might have torn my shirt off & said Shoot & you might have swooned because i was so handsome;
or shot, & the red stain on my whites may not have been plum jam.
if i strip now, i’m deprived of convictions – spread against the wall
to look ridiculous. i have a good side, but does the camera care?
to suppose it does is what you call Pathetic.
it’s true that nature doesn’t mind if i’m right or if i make a dick of myself
& die on the spot but So what. i have 18 years left, for what it’s worth
& if my numbers are correct, being dead is not like sleeping.
19 April 2020