NOT LIKE THE STORY
of the woman obsessed
with my first lover
wrote me. (Another
story there’s still a lot
to mine) of a man
who could make his
lover have an orgasm
by command, at a
distance maybe over
the phone or mail.
I don’t think they
had texting or Face
book or mail. (And
of course I don’t
know if it was his words
or something she did)
Still when I got your
email, when after
the fantasy that didn’t
happen and the terror
it could, terror it
wouldn’t, your “indeed,
why didn’t,” something
in me that wasn’t alive
became alive as if
skin touched me