Kid chats to me; and on
FB about you he asks:
Do I know you and all that kind of thing;
And for that lapse of a second where I pause
Just — involuntarily — to unhook the effect from the cause
I know his face as, on the other side of
FB chat, as he randomly awaits my
Affirmation or no, I know it
And I know and I know the place where you belong.
We, neither of us, do you any right; or wrong.
“I do” (know you) and I correct for him
The spelling of your name. He says bye
And he’s gone and the faded button says ‘offline’:
Leaves behind frozen a question or two which
I wouldn’t have asked him, anyways.
You — who feared me, who feared the world
And see the arrogant disfigure of
Its ceaseless male lust — would speak to me
With a space between who you are; and
What would have made you — arrogant — yet, queen.