Dully, I ask her to repeat herself. "I said, ‘You gave me an inch, so I took your smile.’"
she replies, the retarded mimi makeup beginning to run down her neck.

I stare before me
at the chaotic scene surrounding:
the headless chickens, the spritzing circuits,
the harried seamen, the broken glass on the ferry,
my bloody crotch, and the small blonde mime, shrugging, feigning guilt.

"So, because our consensual sex was unsatisfactory -"
"- because of your small penis -"
"- because of my small penis, yes… you decided to cut it off,
while pirating this boat, all for the sake of a pun?"
She nods, excitedly.
I’m about to faint, so I want my last question to count.
As I fall, I ask, "What about the chickens?"

She says something about cocks
and I’m gone.