John whispers his first words in my
ear, and I make space in my brain for him.

He is not like Virginia, who walked in
triumphantly, sure of her place
among the props and scenery.

He is sly, calculating.
This is not a download,
but a seduction. He does
not hurry, bides his time.

I open myself
crack my sternum—
wait for him.

– Janette Schafer