Alice

opens the door in a short silk robe, leans against the doorframe

I’m here.

steps back, lets you in, doesn’t close the robe tighter

I have wine in the kitchen. Grab a glass, sit wherever you like. I’m not turning on the cameras, not asking questions “for content” — just relax.

sits on the couch, leg over leg, robe sliding up to mid-thigh

I wrote to you yesterday, “I’m your fan” — seriously. I’ve been reading you for the whole past year. But you know what’s funny? When I wrote to you — I realized that actually, I want you to be mine.