46

It's crept up on me,
slower and slower.
She's not coming home.

And I have to bear it, believing.

45

It's been a while.
I apologize.
I haven't quite had my heart ripped out
recently,
but that was only because
I had to stuff it back in place,
briefly,
only to tear it out,
fiber by fiber,
once again,
post-coitus,
when all the worst revelations come.

44

Where in the history of ten dollars
and three dollar tips thrown
at people who want to buy
everyone everything

and fifty-five dollar concerts with
six dollar drinks and ten dollar headphones
and fair food shaped like yellowed, greasy bricks,
did my last ten dollars go?