she asked if she could hear my voice
after looking at pictures of me online,
but my voice sounds like a neutered
James Earl Jones, so i’m avoiding
the inevitable disappointment.
she was persistent enough that
i finally conceded to her request.
“hi, it’s me, Jonathan.” i replied.
“Hello?” i inquired.
well, what can i say;
i’m usually never wrong;
besides, who can blame her;
what woman wants to make love to a man
who sounds and behaves like a boy.