I also like Joel Brouwer, who this person here is homage-ing.

"So this is what it's like to love a dentist, he says, and quarters
the apple. The fruit has nothing to do with foreplay. The fruit
has nothing to do with foreplay. She imagines neighbors.
Enter ox-cart of desire. A jar of pennies jingles in the corner
while they rehearse their marvelous business on the floor."

- Lindsay Marianna Walker, "opening night" via elimae