I’ll do my best to turn this one into
the vaguest riddle – like something
I’d not possibly say to a Sphinx, she
being a she. So let’s make it Greek,
switch the sex to an Androsphinx. I
imagine a pair or three, non-concretized,
(so with actual Sphinx flesh!). Is it working
to relay my love of something un-human that
I can’t live without? Perhaps. But I’ve learned to
live without most anything over the past several
years – at least in fell swoops. Sex. Texts. Dollars.
Human engagement. A domicile. Walls. A bed….
But one constant remains: the city wherein I resolved
so many years hence to call, and so lovingly, home.
My Sweet Androsphinxy City
