I’m reading Zami again

I’m reading Zami in my girlfriend’s bed. It’s the first time I’ve read it in a long time, and will be her first time if she reads it like I told her to. She got it at the library after I found it and I said, 
            Have you read this? I think you’d like it. She said thanks but I think the receipt in the middle is not a bookmark, just a receipt. So, I’m reading it now in her bed where I have to be naked if I’m here at all, because if I’m not naked I’m in my outside clothes and my girlfriend thinks that’s 
Dirty. She’s not wrong, her roommate’s cats I pet are 
Dirty because they have a neurological condition and can’t clean themselves as well as a normal cat might, or does, 
I don’t know, I don’t know much about cats. 
But I’m reading Zami in her bed and it’s the first time I’ve read it in a long time. The first time was in college in Gay History class when I didn’t know who Audre Lorde was and said in section, 
            I just really like the sentences 
Then went to have more sex with more men and said yeah I just heard it was a really good class 
            I meant it! 
The second time I was still straight I guess or to other people but I was alone on a beach and when I finished it I felt dried up, not like a raisin but like I was 
Covered in salt and had become one with the air and sun, like we’d reached homeostasis 
Homostasis is a bad pun but I guess maybe it’s where I am because 
I’m naked in my girlfriend’s bed and I’m reading Zami again.