Unrequited, part one (million)

Or it would be totally rad to haunt you in your dreams
and in your thoughts when your eyes
trip into the fuzzy abyss
at the edge of the perfect excel doc you always
have open on your perfect desktop;
is it so much to ask — just that you feel
like a neon lava lamp for me
once in a while (all the time)?

by Susy Jones
susy@karouselmag.com