Todd's Half-Brother

When it's cold outside, I make myself hot cocoa
and blog. Sometimes, Mathilda comes over.
I tell her to change her name. She refuses.
Usually starts crying. Then I console her,
make her a cold compress with some fennel
(and, without telling her, sprinkle a little foxglove
into the poultice). Man, it makes her woozy
at first, but then she starts to feel warm and
enervated. That's usually when the sex happens.
In my head. I don't actually touch her; my hands
are typically cold and trembling, and I have a
fear of skin. It creeps me out. I can't look at it
without imagining the blood vessels and vast
architecture beneath. Someday, I'm going to
build a replica of the great pyramids. My half-
brother is in prison for learning too much about
the ancient Egyptians. His name is Todd. Just
lied again; he was stealing computers. But he
showed me a video that proved aliens enslaved
humans to build Giza. This great documentary
called Stargate.