What is it about sex?
Inside our clothes we all have it.
But we don’t want to talk about it
Unless we have to.
It’s like the river around here:
So big nobody wants to know about it;
Artists with their backs to it paint barns.
That’s like noticing the kids watching the big parade.
So, about sex — notice how interesting the digression was?
— sex is too big to ignore, but like an obese house guest
It is more interesting if you close your eyes.