Jojoba, citrus and lavender
waft me awake
to receive another day.
These extravagant liters and ohms
should elicit guilt but don’t. I don’t judge
The fact that I haven’t had
a sexual encounter in years
doesn’t mean much. These twenty
strangers who walk in and out
of my exam room each day
with their bundled needs,
and foolish trust, expecting my touch
have taught me
to lavish in this lone pleasure.