Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute.
  Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion,
  the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel.
  The negatives, Jennifer.
  Such uncompromising positions
  I said, "You don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby.
  Because I don't want your money,
  I don't want your favors.
  This ain't no blackmail
  this is for amusement.
  Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts?
  And human error is never an acceptable answer, Jennifer.