Speak to me

Speak to me, first, of absinthe

and pork belly. Your calloused

hands say I have done most things

and you, woman, will be next. 

Lean in. Tell me a secret I have

never been told. Linger by my ear,

finger a lock of my hair with your

usual carelessness take me or leave

me you could go either way 

You will never be mine but

only children count people.