Why can't lust be
love and love be lust? you're always asking,
even now as the slugs begin their sluggish
withdrawal - each complete in love and lust;
each mother and father to what they've made
together; each alone, content, and free.
(It's either fucking or marriage, I say,
saying more than I mean).
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Thoughts borrowed from Conversation with Slugs and Sarah, by Jennifer Chang