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TOUCH ME


the forum text read :

"I'm living and working in Lahore for at least 1 year
and I'm tired of being closeted to everyone I've met.
Does anyone know how to meet other lesbians in the area?
I'm not fishing for sex particularly, just other women
who will admit to fancying gals and some friends who
aren't constantly asking when I'm going to marry
some nice man...."

looking away from the monitor i think how odd it is
to live in a small country with over 100 million people
and have difficulty finding someone to touch you and
to allow you to touch in return

and i think about a share taxi ride to kompong som.
the driver is honking the horn and weaving our way
through a herd of cattle. the looing mouth of a wide eyed calf
passes inches from my own as i am cramped against
the passenger door and open window by three other adults
including one who half sat on the driver's lap

my attention briefly turns with a bit of irritation from the cows
and scenery of rice paddies and forested hills to the young man
seated at my right who has fallen asleep and whose head is now
on my shoulder. i look back out the side window.
a stone marker indicates 53 kilometers to go.

for a moment or two and quite unexplicably i recall my ex-wife
opening the door and with a big smile dropping keys
and purse to the floor, removing her nurse's uniform,
walking over to our bed, getting in, kissing me, saying
"oh baby i love you so", snuggling compactly and perfectly
and then falling into a deep sleep. with snores

we cross a newly built bridge with a banner waving
in the midmorning sun and wind proclaiming:
"a gift from usaid and the people of america".
sitting on a stone marker is a young boy holding a rope
which is tied to the neck of a grass chewing goat.
noticing me the boy shouts "hello".
kompong som is 37 kilometers more.

the young man asleep on my shoulder begins to snore.