more days spent in bed than out or delusioned thoughts of the writer

i want to marry a vegas stranger,
color myself daring,
spend more days in bed than out,
call him "sex god,"
but in spanish, 'cause its better.

i want to write enough to not care--
fuck the new yorker,
fuck ploughshares and their selecting editors.
i don't want to read hemingway
or be fluent in plath--
i just want to be and know what it means
to be an "am."