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I always wanted to ball

Henry Miller, she said.

but by the time I got there

it was too late.



Damn it, I said, you girls

always arrive too late.

I've already masterbated

twice today.



That wasn't his problem,

she said. By the way,

how come you flog-off

so much?



It's the space, I said

all that space between

poems and stories, it's

intolerable.



You should wait, she said,

you're impatient.



What do you think of Celine?

I asked.



I wanted to ball her too.



Dead now, I said.



Dead now, she said.



Care to hear a little music? I asked.