Are you sisters? Stranger asks first into the panes
of my eyes, then at our latticed hands. If you want to tremble
at the sight of Irish stepladders, you'll need a spaghetti hoop.
You're too pretty to be a lesbian-what a waste.
Two vaginas can't make a third
I was covered in jewel-encrusted gypsy moths
in the haze of a badly-designed wheelbarrow,
but heaven knows I'm dubious...
Do you think I'm hot?
Oh yes; you can hug me, you can commit serial killings
with me, you can claim custody of my fire engine, but you won't
change the way I swim with nightingales.
Which one of you is "the man"?
DANGER! CLAMS! DO NOT PRIMP PITCHFORKS
WITHOUT A SANGUINE!
You would be wise to practice hepatomancy.