When My Lover Asks What I Would Do If He Were Transformed into a Guinea Pig and I Immediately Respond, “I Would Sell You.”
Forgive me, I should have asked questions, but I am not a ditherer. You stressed the cost-benefit, pleaded the price of cucumber and alfalfa, pitted the rustle of wood chips over the flushof cash, insisted you would fetch no more than thirty bucks secondhand with no equipment included,but I knew I could never abide the …