I’m dating a man who’s immune to Novocain:
the only other man in my bar,
sitting across from me, beside the bartender-
he reaches over and grabs the Dilbert
While We Were
Downsizing pad on which
I had written, “I’m dating a man
who’s immune to Novocain”-
and tells me,
I have a purple and yellow yak in my pants.
And I look in his numb eyes:
I’ve always loved petting zoos.