"The Brilliance of Orifices."
"I can even tell you a story, talk
about my boyfriend's sweet brick skin, its Indian origin,
and volcanic appearance, site of seven craters,
each with its own characteristics.
One, for example, has lips, and is the patience crater,
the funniest and most witty.
It also releases poetry, my boyfriend's primary charm.
There are two craters, however, through which
things do not exit, but enter.
They are called entrances for music,
and are somewhat wrinkled, crudely known as ears.
They are the softest love devices
which my boyfriend never cleans, afraid
he'll dull or scratch them, like someone who destroys a record
and with it a fount of miracles.
The function of the last two craters
is to allow things to exit and also to enter.
They cover a moist organ and go foos foos when functioning.
To them we owe the grace of aroma and funk,
which is why they are called awakeners
or indexes of sensitivity.
And fortunate is he of the fully developed awakeners.
And they call my boyfriend Lucky Fortunato,
even though his name is Claudio."