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In Nature I Trust


She wants to know why I have an eye

painted on my naked ass

and I know she won’t like

the answer.


It’s to confuse predators

so I have time to escape,

I say.

I was watching the Discovery



She looks at me

the same way you would

look at a ladybug fornicating

with a steam cleaner.


There’s the peacock,

I say excitedly,

and the bullseye snakehead

from Asia

and even the butterflies,

everyone’s doing




if a peacock jumped off a mountain

would you jump off the mountain too?


No, I laugh, that’s stupid.

I’d watch it with my false eye

I say,

bending over

and wiggling my ass cheeks

to make it