"I want to write a poem," he said, his cock still hard. "Oh, I don't mind," I said, dressing as fast as I could. A long out-of-print countercultural classic from a legendary figure in contemporary American fiction. A young woman drifts through a series of one night stands and truncated love affairs. Finding herself in a series of increasingly bizarre situations, she turns her curious and savage eye out on the foibles of the world around her. The men of this world evade and simper, they prey, and preen, and fall hopelessly in love. Through these snapshots we get a biting psychopathology, not just of masculinity in its various masks, but of sex and desire in the early 1970s. This novella contains disappointing fucks, disturbing fucks, sad fucks, and some truly weird fucks - all written with zero fucks given, the inimitable style which could only be that of Lynne Tillman.