Joe has insisted on separate beds He has not gone off me I am surprised That he has not gone off me As I am was/still am a mad girl Joe says that I am a serious poet And to go mad is part of the process But Joe has never gone mad as he has anger Anger/Madness what a fucking choice I am masturbating gently as I write this Sorry for the wonky words I am thinking of Cora Joe is pretending to be asleep Why did we sleep in separate beds Just come to Milan and find out Josie Me a serious poet (fuck off) this is a badly written poem that is not erotic at all I am more interested in pleasuring myself than poetry Is Joe just being nice to me Off for a walk in a short while I might get Joe that pink Italian newspaper But I do not know what it is called DM me if you know