Some of them stuck their fingers
right in my mouth or up my nose
to prove they were Buddhists,
I think, though I don't know how
that proved anything.
And lent me their clothes -- they
enjoyed seeing their winter coats
swarm around me, as though
I were a star and their coats
the sky.
They all made tapes and pressed
music, books, and films on me, and I
pressed back, and then after a while
we all got bored, and wanted
to have sex and get married and
never speak to each other again.
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