An Attempt to Change My Name

though we found it in the middle, it begins with an awkward dangling "a"

it was pulling and pushing it was hitting poses and holding it was trying not to writhe or dance seeing ourselves from the outside trying to grab myself back inside sometimes a fight always a struggle working together to allow each to rest clutching praying for the flame to go out thinking of everything else hating wanting to quit wondering if she is laughing she coming near to my ear she has a message she was never saying and the whole time it was dreaming.

two useless hermaphrodites relegated to paintings that are not reproduced or are covered by order of the commonwealth with leaves breasts and cock at once and for the first time I am the adolescent hero but reluctant tired and bored.