He sends e-mails,
words of conquered legs and breasts from a cyber café called
Cambodia. He knows I do not want to read his sad midnight quests of
suicide deferred. And he knows that I do. Arriving home broke and alone,
he calls. Speaks as if nothing has changed. As if everything is the
same. And it is. And it isn't. Now, he cannot imagine life without
these legs and breasts bought. They pretend he is a man who loves easily,
commits fully. Allow him forgetfulness. He does not need to pretend
with me. I have no breasts, and legs thick with muscles and hair.
He sends e-mails,
words of conquered legs and breasts from a cyber café called
Cambodia. He knows I do not want to read his sad midnight quests of
suicide deferred. And he knows that I do. Arriving home broke and alone,
he calls. Speaks as if nothing has changed. As if everything is the
same. And it is. And it isn't. Now, he cannot imagine life without
these legs and breasts bought. They pretend he is a man who loves easily,
commits fully. Allow him forgetfulness. He does not need to pretend
with me. I have no breasts, and legs thick with muscles and hair.