The launch was for an app that did something obscene with your data The room was full of twenty-five-year-olds and fluent in betas... By the window, with a warm beer, unreadably alone A boy of nineteen read his Sartre and looked at no one's phone A mouth like an unmade bed who's got him on THE list, me alone I built my life on knowing when — He knows one word...... "Again!" *Again!* At my age, hesitation is a luxury for the dead I crossed the room and told him, "You're too young to be this well-read. He fucks the way he reads his Nietzsche: fast, and without comprehension But God, the turnaround is... AT nineteen...the pause... inbetween Is technically... applause I built my life on knowing when — He knows one word. Again! Again! He brought the stamina and, bros everything worked out of course It's a fatigue-free pastime — for him i'm the one who's wrecked My knees filed for overtime; Ready for Pee Tee by hour nine At four a.m. we were still kissing I watch his eyes closed, listening I lost count how many times I rhymed another male’s orgasm with mine… I built my life on knowing when — He knows one word.... "Again" *Again* He left at six, still whistl-ing.... asked if breakfast was a thing I said, "My darling, breakfast is for husbands" and watched him spring.... Into his jeans and out the door.. hungover...... horny and..... hung.... He'll be back tonight — Or Thursday. They always come back to the man who got it ...right.... And when he's at my door again, all cheerful and erect... ...the way he'll say: "Again?" I built my life on knowing when — He knows one word.... "Again!" *Again!* Haha. As if... it wasn't... my plan.....
