>I froze your tears and made a dagger,
>and stabbed it in my cock forever.
>It stays there like Excalibur.
>Are you my Arthur?
>Say you are.
>Take this cool, dark, steelèd blade,
>Steal it, sheath it, in your lake.
>I’d drown with you to be together.
>Must you breathe? 'cause I need Heaven.
Can't believe NYRB is publishing this crap