could explain! I might
dramatically insist,
the strange charm
which plainly
exists between us.
We are two
synced electrons
a supercluster away—
she bends,
and I stretch;
and she moans
during sex,
as I take
a bite of sandwich.
"You've never even met,"
my interlocutor
would interject,
"this is all
hypothetical."
But notice, I'd say—
as she perhaps
someplace stamps out
a slim cigarette—
how much
it helps anyway.
