If I were a dildo 

Would I still sneeze when someone thought of me. Would my sneeze sound instead soft

+ delightful. I would wed your ear with sufferable twitters. But I am not done educating to write that adage. Like Buffy a Vampire Slayer 

But rather stakes there is what’s at stake 

An assortment of dildos on a utility belt. Like Batman But rather utility belts there are no cops

A utilitarian fishing sense. Like Project Runway

But rather runways runaways

But not out there alone in relation with subjects 

+ objects. Like an experiencing subject 

But rather ideological determination an orientation from a position knowing illusions are destroyed. 

You 

+ I have been through substantial beginnings

+ sustainable endings. 

If post-dildo were a title 

It would fully consent to never require substantial explanation. Like a MacGuffin

But rather a briefcase de-professionalize

A line up of poets shredding curriculum vitaes 

Gluing together strips of self-worth into serviceable poems. Like Office Space

But rather post-it armour posting squids online

Prehensile processes contradicting a scales. Love tipping. Post-dildo is deep. Like Andromeda 

But rather frozen in time for 300 years You

+ I are awake

Adopting an uncanny resemblance to a preying form.   

Knees pray more than a threatened mouse. Squeaking

What is an erotic now

+ what should an erotic be. A small

narrow closed singularity 

Making love to a cow coming by an uncanny resemblance to mother’s milk. 

If You

+ I get lost in reverie 

How did You

+ I play after a loss of all these baby teeth. Like La Part Maudite 

But rather an apologist for Stalinism an accursed shares

Counter-counter revolutionary sympathies from South China sea to shining South China sea. You

+ I fight by design. These chicks

Too

Demonstrate unexpectedly poor skills at finding food in a maze. 

If Darwin himself was stymied by an appendix what would he think about global warming. Like A Rolling Stones

But rather I’m a bleeding volcano You

+ I bleed a volcano 

A regular cycle passed onto our adopted tweens. Like Kim Gordon 

But rather the end of capitalism is coming an end of capitalism is coming.