Your talk was like an amalgam
of the works of Kafka and Burroughs.
You injected my brain
with lurid, bizarre stories
about being covered in snakes, crickets, and flies
bathed in vomit and sweat
and one about a Mexican whore high on peyote
who persecuted you
like a Roman tormenting a Christian,
but you couldn't bring yourself to cry,
so you submitted to the torture
like a flaggelant saint.