sometimes i like to lick your picture and drink mint tea pretending i am you
and with teeth showing say: "please fuck me" and then burst out laughing, as my breasts vibrate
sometimes i like to hide under the table and get naked pretending you came home
and prepare a spiritual confession so that you would say: "you're one hot dirty jew"
sometimes i like to swim with dolphins just for the special report on evening news
and to hear you cry out "that's my juice bag!" as the anchor winks at the camera man
sometimes i like to shave my whole body except for a heart shape on my left cheek
and as you wake up hear you scream coarsely those three unforgettable sex-worthy words
sometimes i like to swing my pale wet genitals without the help of my freedom-starved arms
and write your name backwards on my grandmothers carpet with as fat cockroaches make bowling-ball eyes
sometimes i like to eat too much icecream, and ponder whether you'd think it wasn't enough
and then run through the street at 3 AM as if I was training for the smile of surprise on your distorted face
sometimes i like to rename my gerbils and explain to them that i did it for my love
and send their tears through overnight mail to the wherever you chose to run away to on that particular night
sometimes i like to walk into shoe stores and act as if there i've been forever employed
and tell all the women, that i love my woman, and that i never let her walk in anything but orgasmic shoes
sometimes i like to undress the undressable and sing lollypop songs for the lollypop fans
and imagine the beautiful, always ungettable, transcending the certainty of habitual space

sometimes the evening is deeply unfair and doesn't allow me the pleasure of unfamiliar comfort
it is then that i wonder if it is indeed elsewhere
that i can live as if reliving each moment one thousand times