HE SAID HIS NAME WAS EMILY
He knocked on my door and said
he was looking for a furnished room.
All I had available was an empty coal bin
since I had converted to gas years ago.
it would do, he explained, he would buy
a hammock since there wasn’t room for a bed.
When I asked about his odd name, he claimed
some famous writer once had the same name.
He told me he was on a quest to replace his hand
for a female hand that would allow him to enjoy
multi-layered female orgasms.
Okay Emily, whatever floats your boat, I replied—
the rent is $15 a month.