can’t possibly
know why
and it must seem
strange
strange angling
on the ether
might feel awkward,
perhaps delightful
invasive, and yet, somehow,
respectful of boundaries,
that small sea of unknowns
between here and there
daring, perhaps dangerous
flattering, frightening
enthralling, enchanting
honest, obscene
charming, careless
both selfish and kind
unwanted, welcomed
familiar, unknown
the truth
of the matter
is that I don’t know,
either
all I know is that, now,
I try not to look
at the phone
or think about
the calendar
or folded paper napkins,
as strange as that sounds
when my long hair
snags on something,
I hear a shaky voice,
quietly apologizing
something smooth,
soft, and sweet,
was floating above me
comfortable, close
for a moment
of days
Found myself
wanting
the roles
reversed
I want to hover,
and to teach,
ask the questions,
have the power to open
and give the instructions
it’s harder now
to eat my ice cream
in peace
I grab the remote
and hit rewind
I went somewhere else
in my head,
about ten minutes away,
ten thousand miles
if nothing ever comes
of these feverish dreams,
then hopefully the dream
is at least pleased
it was dreamt
the light in the bathroom
is bright
as I get ready for bed
brushing my teeth,
the thought
is still
there
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
