The Fluffer Talks of Eternity

I can only give you back what you imagine.

I am a soulless man. When I take you

into my mouth, it is not my mouth. It is

an unlit pit, an aperture opened just enough

in the pinhole camera to capture the shade.

I have caused you to rise up to me, and I

have watched as you rose and waned.

Our times together have been innumerable. Still,

like a Capistrano swallow, you come back.

You understand: I understand you. Understand

each jiggle and tug. Your pudgy, mercurial wad.

I am simply a hand inexhaustible as yours

could never be. You’re nevertheless prepared to shoot.

If I could I’d finish you. Be more than just your rag.