Beauty? Virtue? No.
These work insidiously and slow.
Beauty’s a disguise and virtue’s hard to know.
A sense of disgust
Is what I trust.
A sense of disgust
Is what rescues us
From the brain tricked by the heart.
Disgust teaches us the taste of art.
When my daughter told me she was getting a tattoo,
I remembered when I was single,
With tactful you.