I try to grab life by the throat.
I never quite die and I never quite live.
That’s why I’m called the everloving asymptote.
My numerator and my denominator are both fucked,
but I still feel I have a lot to give.
I try to grab life by the throat,
but that’s a rude way to treat your mate!
OK, so I’ll just let up a bit.
Being an everloving asymptote
means trying to learn someone else’s song by heart,
even though you know you’ll never sing
it right. I can warm my throat
with your sweet voice, my love—
how we’ll get to be a smash hit:
by being one ever-loving asymptote.
If I had a pony, I’d ride it on my boat.
God, we had a lot of fun with that one!
Trying to feel the breath of life in my throat—
always the just-wide-of-Prajna asymptote.
