Happiness

“… is mixing the sperm of four men daily.”
It’s here in the paper: Anais Nin,
Life of, reviewed by journalist (male). He
quotes with alacrity her notes on sin.

I sit and meditate on such bons mots
which make my terms look reasonable and small
and none too modern and a little slow.
I wonder if I ought to state at all

my recipe for bliss. Who’d note the fact
that I’d abhor four men? Such men abound
with seedy cocktails: one sip and you’re fixed.
I just want you. To phrase the thing with tact:
three times a week would do, and stick around
to sleep. Give me my happiness unmixed.

Helena Nelson

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