25 Jan 2006, 1:58am
Writing
by David


White Room with Black Windows

Before I wake up, in sleep
she starts masturbating, on the machine.
And she is telling it, brilliant
machine, I love you you are the best machine ever.

And it is very hot, she is
taking her things off and giving them to me.
Her shield, her corset.
I take them to the pile and burn them.

I want…. I wish. I wish
this could be the night we take the machine apart
to see how it works.
I want to try the levers.

And that one–the loudest.
Making the man and woman in the next room
moan.
Suck me. You’re sweating.

And all that noise,
my god. I don’t think she understands it,
why she doesn’t just let me touch her.
Why I don’t just touch her.

This could be about something, but not what we say it is.