My sex
 Waits for me
 Like a mongrel waits
 Downwind on a tight rope leash
 
 My sex
 Is a fragile acrobat
 Sometimes I'm a Novocaine shot
 Sometimes I'm an automat
 
 My sex
 Is often solo
 Sometimes it short circuits then
 Sometimes it's a golden glow
 
 My sex
 Is invested in
 Suburban photographs
 Skyscraper shadows on a car crash overpass
 
 My sex
 Is savage, tender
 It wears no future faces
 Owns just random gender
 
 My sex
 Has a wanting wardrobe
 I still explore
 Of all the bodies I knew and those I want to know
 
 My sex
 Is a spark of electro flesh
 Leased from the tick of time
 And geared for synchromesh
 
 My sex
 Is an image lost in faded films
 A neon outline
 On a high-rise overspill
 
 My sex
 My sex
 My sex
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