Lingerie

3:35 is the worst hour.
Everyone I know is asleep
or fucking;
they can't be making love,
not at this time.
Mishkin preaches Dostoyevski's dogma,
but only for a little while;
I'm not fond of idiots.
I'm not able to muster enthusiasm
for someone's ideas on how I should live my life,
you know that.
You know almost everything
except that you don't know much at all,
with your cigarette tongue,
your cotton candy apologies,
and your Victoria Secret pussy.