She is loud; unafraid; the underdog; and I am a sucker for the Snooki in any leftist or capitalist woman.
I want to "fix" her, to reach in and grab the capital up out of her.
But I also want her to take advantage of me when she is drunk,
to lay in beds with dozy drinks
and bend each other over sinks.
That is the relation I have with capital.
We take turns: I wield
and am wielded,
and I know that I am sick!
I keep coming back to capital, because it is nice
to hold on to things.
Because we die, and I want to hold on to things.
