You have this funny way of moving.
Like any other Holden,
short,
in blunt words with your hands.
Arm up, smooth arc.
You run your thumb across your tongue.
And me, I cringe, you know? I wonder,
for posterity,
where that thing has been.

Silly me, I know. (I know.)

It's just, they say, you know, you
shouldn't stick anything up your
cunt
that you wouldn't put in your mouth.
And me, of course, I wonder,
(for polarity)
if the saying goes, still,
the other way around.

But here it's
skin wet - light out - thrown away.
Your philosophy fits in two fingers, I think
that's why
your cigarettes taste like sex.

Here it's
smooth arc
and then you're done.