TEXTING

I left the room at 7 & took an Uber to the airport 

You didn’t seem to get it when I said I’m not 
going to Emma-fye myself 

Which my phone kept changing to Emma-dye

So I sent you a You
Tube clip of the Isabelle Hubert version 

It’s the part where Emma runs to the pharmacy & 
grabs the jar of arsenic 

The word arsenic has three syllables & well
it’s the exact same in French

In other words 
Every time a woman fucks a married man 
she’s the one who gets it in the end 

I can imagine your face when you read this 

You are probably thinking I am obsessing 

I know how men are afraid of women who OBSESS 

I get sick to my 
stomach when I think about 
those girls in Afghanistan who can’t go to school

The pilot is talking to all of the White 
women here as though we're his wife

Fuck him & the guy who sold me this coffee
I don’t think either of them knows anything about love 
For me, it has always been much more personal than that

Saying that makes me feel nervous & possibly 
less fuckable 

We all know where emotional intimacy can lead

OMNIA FERT AETAS, ANIMUM QUOQUE

& this man who just sat down 
He put his 
computer bag down on the 
floor between his legs just 
the way you do 

& now I am 
so wet all
over again