Thank God nothing is wrong with my body
svelte as velveteen is,
capactive.
Snap Callahan who had the degenerative disorder was my lover.
He could totally get around, if hobbledly; wore the left outsoles right out.
Spent a lot on shoes. Spent a lot on shoes anyway.
James Agustus Blatt III had no thumbs, was my lover; was much harder.
He ate artichoke hearts and fed me olives with four fingers post-coitally until we were overlarge, greasy, smelling delicious.
