“When I am with you,
I am fully with you.”
Les promesses
Loosely translated as lies.

I came to study
The human body.
Course concentration in
The opposite ***.

“I will love you
Even if its not in
A conventional way,”

An American in Paris
Working on a degree
In ****** anatomy.

An American in Paris
Top of her class
In infidelity.

Meet me at the hotel
Teacher
For an afternoon of
Extra curricular activity.

To succeed like you
Is my goal.
Under my sheets
under my soul.

My loving commodity,
the persona that you wear
like a plaid sweater
is what I’ll miss.
Your store-bought smell,
the factory knit softness
of your skin
is what I’ll miss.

I loved the slow
and shy ticking
of your motor-
a lullaby made
of metal and plastic parts
uneven clicks, so genuine and
so common. For a second,
if I listened very closely
and shut my eyes,
it felt almost human.