Some unhelpful demon comes to me
wearing your image and says without words
“What was I thinking?” back there
when you wrote your name in my book.
It saw other women’s names and thought
Ah, what a relief, strictly business, or
was touched off and thought
I am more beautiful, I am more desirable,
I am more feminine. It was offended
to be placed inside the letter A
on the first page. It was appalled by your
vulnerability should my book be read.
It decided that you would never be closer
to me than you are now, in my thoughts alone.