I’d like to confess that dating four men at once
is kind of awesome, the way the heart knows how
to expand and break off into knowledgeable pieces
occurs quite naturally. And because one of the men
happens to be a micro-economist who studies
game theory, I’ve begun to consider the nature
of scarcity, how I am like a commodity where desire
is the only available currency; and since another
is a translator I’ll ask, how do I say the heart is a vagrant
in Polish, and he might reply, in the spirit of love
and conversion, that I must loiter long enough
in a foreign territory to understand the principles
at play. The other two, a musician and a biologist,
have led me to expect that by the end of the month
I’ll have found that the best way for the body to hold
its own concert is by singeing all my organs simultaneously
through the fire of orgasm. However, if this seems
like too much information, try disconnecting
from your deepest sense of longing long enough to take
in the world at its pleasurable best. After all, our planet
is something like a cruise ship with its midwest buffets
of grain and its lit-up cities that bi-coastally drift on the plate
of our hemisphere. You’ve seen those NASA satellite photos
of earth from space, how we’re congealed
in darkness like a terabyte of lightbulbs tossed
in the air. It can make you want to catch your breath,
the beauty of the cosmos, or just some new stranger
standing in front of you in his underpants.