I detest intimacy.
I did not think, I only acted.
I married the pastor.
I dream about the feelings,
meditate on straw.
I don’t imagine you’ve ever felt this way
(one of several ways)
yet I can’t tell the difference
between myself (momentarily)
and that one over there
and this is another syndrome
You can’t remember how good it feels
What can you remember how good it feels?
I dare you to [ ]
(love, being in love, sex in love, transcendental massage)
I gave birth on my hands and knees
that is what I wanted to tell you
Remember you are the Goddess
in the room