“Delight in the video” — I don’t play
too many lover’s games. All that vanity
turned sour some time ago. Yet I obey
simple commands, and at times willingly.
It’s what you do in public. Curious
that you’ll take it far enough to almost
get caught each time, almost. It’s that boldness
that no one else sees in you. Like a ghost
you mark where you’ve been with dripping,
sticky fingerprints — After the vodka
tonics you type, “Hit Play.” The video
starts. Where are you? Pay toilet? Sitting
down, you smile — staring into the camera.
“This is for you,” you say, “watch: nice and slow.”