One Hundred and Thirty Five

Would you love me if I were named Astrophil? I asked and you said, no, hell no, and I knew what you meant. You have a chin like a butterfly knife, I said, and wrists like little butterfly knives. Teach me about everything, the loose vice of your tooth on my chin. We tried making love, but you said, yes, yes, and I turned over, apologized. I get it, you said. Clever.