I had this idea. No ethnicity.
Not like gogo boots or a crucifix or anything...
but eyelashes to bring your eyes out.

We have a cigarette for the beach scene.
What do you think of smoking?

No, I don’t think I've seen anything like it before.
That’s why I slept so poorly last night.

For if I tell you, you’ll say
I’m making a big deal out of nothing.

You know I'm bipolar. What? Nothing. All right...

We can make the poem mute. If it doesn't
speak, we don't have to pay it as much.

A wordless deaf-mute. What could
be more what you are?