I had this idea out of nowhere of no ethnicity. 
Not like gogo boots or a crucifix ...  
no longer eyelashes to bring your pupils out.   
 
We might have a cigarette for the beach.  
What do you think of smoking?   
 
No, I don’t think I’ve done anything this way 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. Right,  
 
you know I’m two-faced. 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?