Perhaps my greatest aversion–
Fluttering of hearts…ah, for chrissake!
Idiotic pet names, sentimental associations
With chance occurrences,
Constructing meaning out of chaos.
Receiving wisdom and putative significance
On the force of verdant eyes
Or a fluid voice
Or the bodily contours
That random evolution
Has unfairly favored
Over the survival of the mammoth.
A locking of eyes,
The drawing close of lips,
The forceful conduction of souls
Through each other’s body–
It should disgust,
And so it does–vilely!
And so life perpetuates itself…