MIA
(missing in attic)

fumes.
lesbian psychologist hot attic paint fumes
are assaulting
taunting
numbing
and washing my brain.
sex, the desire,
is fading away.
almost as if i'd rather suck
lesbian psychologist hot attic paint fumes
than taste the passionate lips of a seething, sultry nymph
or go spelunking into a virgin's bloom.
hot paint or hot pussy: what a choice.
but I got to breathe, got to breathe,
and this fresh chiffon lemon satin
devotchka-damning enamel
on the subtle curves of the woodwork
is looking, is just looking....