Fantasy
You don’t know that — at this moment —
You are my best friend
We go hiking together
We visit my cousins together
I help you rescue your daughter
You help my kids who don’t have a father
Because my ex is a trans woman
You go on about your life
Knowing, perhaps,
That there are many women
Who have these same fantasies about you,
But not knowing us
Anonymous strangers
Anonymous fantasizers
Do you feel
The collective pressure of
A million thoughts
Directed at you?
Or at an image of you
An image
A moving image
The power of moving images
Something you have a special gift for
Injecting charisma
Into impersonal machinery
In a way that shoots us
Right through the heart
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When I wrote my second novel -- When Alice Met Her Favorite Movie Star in an Elevator -- It was supposed to get fantasies about this guy out of my head. That did work for a while. But they're back.
