Mysteries she couldn't stand. That woman
used to be his subordinate co-worker
but not anymore. Why then was she still
writing him bland e-mails and closing them,
one after another, with 'Love'? And who
was this friend of his? She toured Thai
beaches every other month and came back
with such boasting tales like ornaments
on a tall hat. Distances she couldn't
stand. The space between one phone call and
the next must not exceed sixty minutes. Intimacy,
if too little, she couldn't stand.
She needed to feel his gently snoring throat
or bulging chest when they slept on the same
bed. He preferred being galaxies away.