The Great Undressing

Like capitalism, it works like unrequited love, that wayIt never rests. Just like I need the love I'm not getting from you and all the people in the world Are between you and I in that way and in the way of love You must be disgusted, but I need to keep writing because everything else is death. I'm self-sufficient, mad, endlessly producing. I don't need money, I just need your love, or your approval, anything. Like capitalism, it works like unrequited love, that wayIt never rests. Just like I need the love I'm not getting from you and all the people in the world Are between you and I in that way and in the way of love Any sign is a promise of love, of being exposed. A stage ritual undressing taking a place of consumation. I'm here writing, working, making myself available for love... I just need a sign. Any recognition is a reward ...because I love you.