who would I be if I were really not as I am now a man of an unknown faith my head by itself god by himself the tongue of patches of language would be a long-haul truck driver would eat whatever think whatever would sleep wherever with whomever scenes would pass I would not shave in a river or a snowdrift would rub oily hands no feminisms an advocate of patriarchal polygyny so be it for one night would read motor trend no dreams no escapades of the unconscious no intellectualized grunts about the meaning of being owing no one owed by no one would cross my life and europe by trailer and you eat my dust