I think you’re avoiding the issue.
I think you’re defying my will.
I think you know what I’m talking about
even as you say “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Why aren’t we talking
about that girl
you introduced me to last night?
That girl
who fueled every dream I’ve had since
and a couple of fruity nightmares.

Why aren’t we speaking about Natalia?
Why aren’t you telling me
where she is this very minute
and her itinerary for the next seven weeks?
She’s the type of girl
who should be talked about.
She’s the type of girl
who should be slept with.

Can you believe we’ve been chatting on
for fourteen minutes now
and you haven’t once provided me with her birthday,
her dimensions
address and sensual preferences?
Where are we: Leningrad?

Natalia is our topic.
Natalia is our theme. Natalia is what we will discuss today
and forever more.
I need to know more.
I wish to stare at her from aclose,
she with the perfect chest
simply perfect Amerasian breasts.

She is the drug
and you are the supplier,
or, at least, my connection.
So: connect me.
Tell me about Natalia.
Who is she seeing?

Ah.
I see.
Well.
Did you see the game last night?