do i still have a chance for an indecent
line of catullus whispered in my ear
in a crowded lift? will i ever find a garter
secretly tucked into my pocket when i leave
for work? is there a hand that i could hold
while walking along the promenade?
these may not be the millennium problems,
but for me they are equally, if not more
important. and likewise, with no answer
in sight.