if not never then logically now. see i fill the
house when alone. like now. spectacularly
alone. thoughts + my complimentary bathrobe
+ et cetera. someone’s squatting on your first
username, a springboard for her personality,
the underscore unwitting but the cuteness
a real thing, remaining (if not never, then
logically now). the fingers of my left hand
search for a better word than ‘tingle’, a memory
more profound than the language of sense allows.
yet. i’m a ballad of avoidance – the sparkling wine
receipt so telling – & my rhyme scheme all too
predictable. if not never then tell me.
i think. either way. i can’t sleep.