Enter here / 入る

Pylon, python. Ready with a wet rag. An impression of me, between sheets, humidly, on glass. My desire is to write the book on you—poised, perfect, candlelit—while you struggle, at my feet, to scratch the surface of my smile. My desire is to be cool, inaccessible, while you flounder, vulnerable, plundered. Imagine my shock when you put your paws on my lap and transform; the ice of my arrogance shattering under the diamond of your total understanding of me. Yes, this, all along. Hand me over to the force, pat me down gently. A kiss between the eyes. Palm me off to a man who will not dare to love me. Scratchy trumpet sound as two typhoons make impossible contact. Defy tradition but more than that, defy categories. Single me out. Watch me leave. Sit on the train and think of my brutality. Small-scale, accruing until it explodes in a profusion of petals. In a fictional city, you hold my hand as I hop the fence, as we cross a border. Shit, what now? What then?