She is going to become a zen monk,
In Tassajara, where the hot springs are.
Right after she eats this pork, she might
fuck a boy — or a girl — doesn’t matter.

Her girlfriend has M.S.

She is going to be a monk
because she knows too much, a
seven-foot-tall trannie,
hits her head on door jams.

She says that I’m a man: I
can’t see women as anything but sex.
That why she changed from a man
to a woman.

You see?
She just bummed a cigarette off a model.

She doesn’t need history anymore,
just a memory pantry
and her first edition of Tagore.