I need connection and connectivity.
I need Dwight David Eisenhower. Or at least, I need his epoch of sane Republicans.
I need '70s felt-banner Catholicism. Guitars and harmony and hope and Kumbaya.

I need for women to take over religion. I need for the toxic bible-bangers to bugger themselves with cacti.

I need safety. I need embrace. I need music and church and Hilary's hugs.
I need maybe a few more sips of coffee but not more than that.

I need for Julia to be my friend in perpetuity.

I need to know things. I need not to know things.
I need to know that knowing things is not all there is.

I need to reread Karen's omnium-gatherum of poetical prompts.

I need to brace myself for this coming Saturday when I'll appear, please Grace, in virtual "print."

I need for The Orderly Quarterly to accept a poem of mine. And I know one that they'd accept. But I can't do that to my family, just yet, if ever.

I need for the room to feel cooler.