Sleeping with Everyone

In New York no one will do you a favorunless you sleep with themand then you may have to sleep with themagain. And again after that.

I wonder if I should start doing pornographyfor more money. I wonder if I could role-playas a plumber or a psychoticyoungish writer who wears leather

and takes it real hard in a walk-up on Allen St.But wait, that's me! I should stop writingpersonal poems. This is getting ridiculous.O, it's another bloody day and everything screams

until he says, "My therapist thinks you're like cigarettes,"before he says, "You're charming but so crazy."After everyone I know has died a little and come backand look! I'm off buying another life I can't afford because

I'm single, taken, and in love.