that he could do this….
 
 [Can you believe he can do that?]
 
 And this….
 
 [OMG. No one can do that!]
 
 But Trey can. And he does.
 
 And I learn something new.
 
 Something dark. Perverse,
 
 even. But the monster [and me!]
 
 embrace it, beg him for more.
 
 Oh, you like that, do
 
 you, you nasty little girl?
 
 If Brad were here, doing this
 
 to you, I might have to kill him.
 
 Either that, or ask him to share.
 
 I wonder if they’ve ever
 
 done that—shared a girl.
 
 For about half a second
 
 I consider asking.
 
 Better not. Odds are good
 
 I won’t like the answer.
 
 Before It’s Possibly Possible
 
 The eastern window silvers,
 
 the earliest hints of sun crisp
 
 upon an awesome white landscape.
 
 A white Christmas, something
 
 all northern Nevadans hold
 
 their collective breath over.
 
 It’s the same question every
 
 year—will we or won’t we
 
 celebrate a white Christmas?