There are three pleasure substitutes (tablets).
The frayed honeymoon is first and,

second, blushing is normative
with its little feint from guts and neurons.

After a honeymoon deflections accrue.
Third, there’s a salesman that needs you

& other men from sales
who adapt what’s utterly

offhand talking to each other.

It dawns on me
this chitchat is taken up as a whole habit
before it’s moved forward

in hushed buzzwords from the newsletter. Sales brings this up in null tinctures off rain or in sunshine sprints, much as your wish to rule is my answer sheet for getting fleeced.