We fuck to a lot of

                                                            different things.

                                    My favorite: When you gave me head to an Interpol live set

                                    and you were teasing me with dirty talk,

                                    your head between my legs, and then my

                        favorite song came on—“Obstacle 2”—and you laughed

                        and said, “or do you want me to shut up now

                                    and eat you out to this song?”

 

Yes, please.

                       

Or when I got on top of you and fucked you and we came   

                                    to a Noam Chomsky documentary

                                    and afterwards you said, “don’t

                                    tweet about this.”

 

                                                            Or when I gave you head during Jeopardy

                                                and we fucked while nerds churned out trivia answers

                                                            and the waiting music played

                                               

da da da da da da da da da da da DA dadadada da da da da da da da DA da da da DUH     DUH     DUUHH

DOOM DUM

 

                                                and then I did tweet about it.