Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love
Walk like a matador,
don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets
flamenco-sweep the air
and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone
Does it exhibit your
natural tendency to hate
Maybe a prostitute
could teach you
how to take a compliment
maybe I'll go to New York,
I'll drag you there
you said, no one drags me
anywhere
Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love