His glittering eyes give him the advantage – even over the intellectuals.
His beard is theoretical.
He’s so smart, she says, all dreamy-eyed.
Hypothetically, I tell her.
She ignores me.
I want a man with strong arms who reads Foucault.
I knew him when his arms were stronger and he read Leviticus.
She ignores me.
His hands are everywhere when he speaks – even on the back of my neck.
His fingers are subliminal.
The Recurring Man
