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.