I Promise to Cheat I am listening to an endless menu of automated options waiting half-heartedly, augustly for rescue. Why didn’t he tell me it hurt? And soon I am going to cheat on him and I’m not at all sure how to tell him that or what to do about it—Lee is mine but I need other fucks other companions rougher, less exquisite forms of touch—I wonder who it is I am going to cheat on him with and of their gender and in part it doesn’t matter—I try to explain to Lee—he is mine but I do not belong to him last night I dreamt of a bathtub/shower full of bloody water, mud/clay and paperback books with #/letter combinations where the author’s name should be.

I dreamt I sat on frustrated carpet in my old room in my parent’s house after circuitous dream adventures—there is no escape—and pushed absentminded splinters of glass beneath his skin like picking sweater lint, the phone is beige plastic against my ear (when did they stop making them out of metal?)  ¶ 5:31 AM