Friday, September 28, 2007

46

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

And I have to bear it, believing.

Monday, September 17, 2007

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.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

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?