those girls luxuriating in [my] random line
of sight, in whose graceless motions [i] can feel [my] own reflected. [we] are each other’s
restlessness come to focus in each briefly breathed, half-ambiguous gambit, each briefly
proffered aureole of fleshtight underwear, shadowed cleavage, taut thighs, posed crotch, until,
unpinned from a rictus of half-articulate demand, [we] flick towards [our] hissing ellipses,
dissolve and dissolve and dissolve... [our] changeable screen-names migrate through afterimaged-silhouettes:
some [you] who might have wished more, some [i] who might have said yes.
