i do think about it. i have desired—
uh, rewind—on & on, i have wondered,
bordering curious & perhaps perverse
about the cool midnight breeze
taking the shape of an invisible
lover, or maybe just a flurry of
translucent kisses…
yes, i have—been dreaming rather intensely
about it. i say, tongue-in-cheek—but also
shameful in seriousness—that
i am lucky writing is typically a
one-handed pursuit,
otherwise, i’d require some kind of
state-of-the-art, surgically-acute,
noise-discerning dictation tool
to get any work done at all, darling.