Lena Dunham has a million dollars
for advice she will write you, but she can't discontinue
talking words such as, "I like this part
because the yellow scarf provides us a detail
of your character's unconscious desire
to drive the four days to Rancho La Brea
and throw the baby in the tar pit," and, buddy,
she is motherfucking exhausted, okay?
Lena Dunham, I know one thing about you:
you have the resources to probably work out a hangout
with Neko Case, and you should do that--
a woman who carries her epitaph lightly likely
knows nothing of the exhaustion of talking words like that.