it’s funny.
the man who has released all these words images and emotions in me is nowhere to be found
and I don’t think I need him
want is a different concept altogether, though I don’t think I’m going to further pursue either need or want for now

his voice is deep and whole
i say it is monotonous but not so much as a drone as a song
his voice is a song that sings in one and a hundred notes
i listen attentively to the record in my head
as it spins I sit down to write
my fingers the only respondents to his conversation inside of me