The Last Time I Got []



I only let him  
because he was sort of famous
and I wanted to say I had.

And the time before that,
because he was sort of straight
and I wanted to have my say—

and before that,
because he was there, 
and he was going to. 

Once Jacques got in,
where I wanted him, 
but not all the way

and I wouldn't let him
move it, I just
finished myself off and burst  

into tears. It was fine,
I was fine, it was just a lot,
what Lot wouldn't let 

his neighbors do
to the angels. And he didn't
even know they were angels.

Lot has nothing to do
with it, why I won't.
Or can't, if will isn't the thing. 

But isn't the mind the body.
Isn't mine. And what has
been done to it, and how:

plucked like a flower
plucked like a string.