WHAT I LOST

What I lost one day was simply a stimulant, but it looked a lot like him of narrow sensory modality built upon by push-pull animal reflexes. Or, was it the one before that? Or, was it the one before that?

It was something integral to a long lifetime learned drama addiction caught up and locked, horn to hoof, doing it television style all the time.

I woke up in this remote part of the imagination, where it all began, which was a place of mosaic domesticity, body parts and easy listening, where the only real thing in my relationships, as it turned out, was the sex.

I wouldn’t have known this of course unless I had pushed the envelope of model idealized husbandry that I apparently utterly failed at even though at the time I was an excellent self convinced imitator of every good partner trait cliché.

What I lost was my simple picture of the world, you see, because it seems that despite all that, I am still looking for love.