On Fuckability

Nothing binds us but fuckability.
You’ll come up with nothing better.
When a dog whines through its muzzle,
it makes a keening Irish sound.
That would be this sound.
And you had really best get used to it, bro.
Nothing confirms our fuckability.
It’s not like being pretty, where you can
sort of figure it out. Transient and ruthless,
ruthless, like the most horrible thing
that you’ve ever met.