i was thinking you look like
russell crowe
and can i take you home

i was thinking i’m afraid
of glass
my shattering

i was thinking i
have beautiful legs

your hair is much too short
for my fingers to grab on to

i was thinking i’ll have to
moan when you enter me
sometimes i forget the script
and might yell out
my you have delicious tomatoes

i was thinking
i should learn to count
meditation is the act of breathing
out, out

i was thinking
there’s a holiday inn
nearby