TMI (and Coping)

I came home last night and trimmed
my pubes with a pair of rusty scissors
(never ask to borrow a Puerto-talian's scissors);
wound up getting overzealous, cut the crease
between groin and thigh, sighed with relief.
Thank Christ Almighty for near-misses!:
I've already lost one dick this week--
can't afford to lose another.
(Oh come on, it's all in good fun.
Like you'd expect me to pass up the pun.)
Best of luck January One
(for real, this time)
and if I wrote
it like
this
it some-
how would've meant far
less
since we're old enough to ad-
mit that rhyming is OK
sometimes
and form is fucking
laughable
but at least now
we both know
we still
can.



Currently reading:
"The Decameron" by Giovanni Boccaccio.