Casual Sex

2.
If people are
of small matter,
that scotch the eyelid
of mother nature
or spill coffee
on first clothes
and then flesh,
what of your friends
who, like your teeth,
hurt either not at all
or unbearable
as measured in parsecs?
this brings up
the post-filth, remotest word
in the world,
now discovered
to be an unconvertible
form
as well as unprintable.