-with words from ASMRtist ALB in Whisperland
Whisper to me about Pokémon cards.

“Piplup, Mew.” Coo & murmur, “Noctowl,”

through my speakers at night. Crackle

the wrapper of a booster pack between

your fingertips. I want to hear its tenor-

ous opening tear, your millennium pink

fingernails tapping on a secret rare foil

of Charizard, as you say, “I’m a very

sensory person.” Slide each card slowly

off the stack; I feel your caress on my arm,

your breath in my ear, whispering, “Look

at this one. Oh, my gosh.” My gosh,

my gosh. When you say, “Pokémon

are a part of our life,” a tingling down

my body. I climb into your susurrations.

“Smolive. Slowpoke, so cute. The pink

background, the sparkles.” My head is full

of down and batting. “Cacturne, Flittle,

I’m over the moon! Snorlax, Drifloon…”