I define myself
I don't give a damn that women
have breasts like magnolias or like fig prunes;
skin like a peach or an emery board.
I give zero importance
to the fact that they wake up with an afrodisiacal breath
or an insecticidal breath.
I am perfectly capable of enduring
a nose that would win first prize
in a carrot exposition;
but definitely!--and in that I am irreducible--I don't forgive,
under any pretext, that they don't know how to fly.
If they don't know how to fly,
they waste their time in pretending to seduce me!