to work again. the sun pushed against
the window like her lover. everything
was past tense except
the kitten curled up in kitten
eyes the color of sleep.
the phone on the bed.
the spun rotary fan.
jeans yawned at missed decisions.
the soft flutter of curtains a birds wing.
all inclusive nouns banged on the door
demanding to be let in, compacted and disposted of.
look, these cigarettes don't light themselves.
they need help from alcoholic tendencies
ideas slipped into pockets like rocks i can suck
when your cock is gone. i said that gratuitously
but it worked anyway.
i was going to leave it all there
but the symmetry was wrong.
so i thought i'd give you one last
std of advice. heh.
then i thought better of it.