You go now.

You go now and be happy and thank you for the small opportunity to put you at the centre of my world. Now is the time for it. Now is the death of fantasy and the beginning of the real world dusty with a thin layer of grey drudgery. You go now and find your love. Make love. Share the sex I quietly coveted with your appropriate and available friends. I am making a wall. I think of wasps and the mud and spit and toil that will hide their larvae. Squirmy and delicate I slide inside and seal it up and I am gone now. I am alone with my body and the buzz of my thoughts and the smell of unspent sex is a kind of unexpected comfort.