Having One's Cake

No

and turn to go

Then that little- girl- lost voice

filters through the duvet:

Roger’s chairing a conference

all next week

in Ulan Bator 

something to do with quantum physics

or theosophy;

you could

drop by,

smear me diligently

head to toe

with unleavened chocolate,

scatter glacé cherries

at ingenious points

about my person

afterwards we could talk

promotion prospects.

Roger likes your style

...and so do I.

My hand rests briefly

on the Victorian doorknob

I'll get back to you.