Life is a dirty secret
that literature exalts.
For instance,
I am not wearing pants,
but that's not all:
I never do
when I'm alone
and thinking of you.
It's up to the poem
to set this right,
and not only that:
to make it seem grand.
[Aaron Belz, 'Life is a Dirty Secret', from The Bird Hoverer]
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