Met a prostitute at a party. There was no explanation for it.
She liked trivia, she liked everything if it had lapels.
My saliva has lapels, and buttons, and a zipper, I think.
Her boss was an amusement park made vegetarian.
Vegetable horses and vegetable slides, but with digestive systems.
Groovy, yeah - a rubbery arm-twist is all it sometimes takes.
I once told God very sternly to look out. You trust without consent.
I put his answer in a frame: ‘Chupacabra breaks my heart.’
Now I can go home and think how.