Then I Decided I Would Spend The

I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And See Too Clearly.

If You Pluck Out My Heart To Find What Makes It Move, You’ll Halt The Clock That Syncopates Our Love.

I Collect Men With Interesting Names.

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.

Tonight I Am Ugly. I Have Lost All Faith In My Ability To Attract Males, And In The Female Animal That Is A Rather Pathetic Malady . . . I Don't Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual. What Is It That Makes One Attract Others?