it’s so easy to imagine the things you don’t know
because you never knew them, never will know
    them                   you can fill in the fictitious gaps
let them spread                 wide                                 & feral
since you don’t know & you can run wild in your mind
    with thoughts of bedlam                 since not knowing
    opens                 a void
                                of pathetic panic deep inside
            your pretty pink heart           pulsing to the beat
of his voice                 if you can remember it 
    but of course                             you recall the cadence
                of his speech
                the way he slips in & out of
                mountain drawl quick  
        highlands sweating off him like a fever
        dream he complains about         yet fantasizes
        behind closed doors                     envisioning
                        everything he can’t see