Bad Advice

This little poem is inspired by My Writing Routine by M L Woldman

The sexy therapist suggested me
to masturbate
to be in touch
with myself

I refused
How could you expect
splendid firework
if you wet the fuse




i❤u to the moon and got lost on the way back

i❤u stacks like maple syrup pancakes

i❤u squillions into the dark roast coffee beans

i❤u bunches scrunched up toilet paper sudoku

i❤u heaps in summer heatwaves exhaustion and profusely sweaty stink