Mixed message

He starts talking, agape and eros and I think, oh no, he knows. Nacre heart on my neck. Never were, never weren’t. The issue is, activism is embarrassing. The issue is, you save lives by inventing fertilizer. With your yellow-tinged and square-shaped glasses, your physical abuse of your wife. I can’t watch this happen, but I can live it. I can bear to have you stare at my breasts at the beach, in the cold rain. I couldn’t have been more vulnerable if I had said I love you. Are you interested in my point of view? Are you or aren’t you? Garbage in, garbage out, and you and I, in the middle of the pipe, with our mouths open. The frame, the painting. How can this sunscreen have probiotics in it?