Okay, I’m not laughing
I am sick of being by myself, also
sick of myself —
even in the best of times
which this is not —
but I conclude that being sick
of myself is better
than being sick.
I do remember however
when I was younger
I wanted to sleep with a man who confessed
he had the clap —
I told him I didn’t care —
so we made love.
I got the clap.
Just saying.
