I don’t want us to mimic the world we live in. I’d be
voted off if you knew the state of my paranoia, jealousy,
covert tactics. Soon,
I hope.
Not on my clock.
That’s the key. And with
twelve and a half hours dreaming of
dividing the erotic by the esoteric
(and vice versa).
I don’t get off at Starbucks. Or
the Bistro Burger next door.
