I’m jealous of people
who grew up
in log cabins, or
foreign countries,
of people interested
in tree frogs.
I’m jealous of people
who get blowjobs
in the car,
only because
it would be nice
knowing someone
that well.
I’m jealous of people
who date ugly girls.
I imagine it is like owning
a handful of diamonds,
like visiting palaces
of refracted light.
If I were an ugly girl
for just one day,
the first thing I’d do
is masturbate.
Sometimes, I think that’s
about as real
as it gets.
