when sex entered her nose
she pulsated pulsars
winking in the night

to touch her now
I'd need a space suit

this is the American dream
playing out in the corners
of familiar houses
in back rooms and bathrooms

it is all on the internet
except the smell
and the emptiness
wrenching against the insides

I know how to touch you
but I don't want to
given my disposition
to burn asunder