I haven't texted you
in a day.
Wow. Praise
God.
Time to
celebrate.

The witch is dead
her needy grip
loosens from
your pursed lower
lip.

I know
I'm crazy.
You're not the
first.

Don't flatter yourself.
It could have been
worse.

I'm over it.
24 hours of
freedom.
I'm done with you
and in search of
my next victim.

He'll be tall
and dark.
Handsome, like
you.

He'll **** me
so good and have
all the right moves.

Different time
same place,
nothing is new.

I retire back to
the old red
lonely space
in my bed.

In emotional limbo
stuck in between
the amazing last moment
before you
left me.

It was quite easy.
And it was
very fast.

I didn't know
when I kissed you
it would be
our last.

I would have held you tighter
and been less bizarre
and tried to be balanced
and perfect,
less
raw.

My desire to say
something beautiful
just made it
worse.

I dug our grave
with my steel-shovel
words.

I move too fast
I know, I know.
You only get a passing
glimpse of my
shadow self
as I fly by.

My pearly whites,
a strobe light
too quick, too
temporary
to be truly
seen.

You couldn't tell me
the hue of my eyes.
You've only known them
in dark rooms
closed, while I blink
or sleep.

But my dear
this room
is getting darker
and I'm backing away
from the light
and you.

The longer you bathe
in darkness,
the more the darkness
becomes
you.

he isn’t waiting
around the corner he isn’t
holding his breath
he isn’t glancing at his clock
wondering why you’re so late

he isn’t in the next room
his voice is not echoing down
the hall
he doesn’t go to your gym
nor your coffee shop

he won’t be in your classes
not this year
not next year
he does not live on your block
these aren’t
the streets he walks
your paths won’t meet
any time soon
his bones rise with the sun
you are drunk under the moon

I explained
a long time ago
the feelings I don't
have for you.

Do you need a constant reminder
of the lack, the space, the cold
air that lines our skin as it touches,
my turned back, my closed eyes,
do you need me to spell
it out for you?

What would make
the idea sink into
your thick skull?
A four letter word to describe
how lonely people fall in love
and what they do to
get through
the night.

You never hear me
when I say my heart
does not beat
in your arms.

He walked right by you
And you did nothing.
You should have screamed his name
Chased him down
Ran after him and thrown
Your arms around his neck
You should
Have stolen his hat
You should
Have forced yourself into his life
And glued your life
To his
Made his day
A part of yours
You should
Have told him that you've
Loved him
Since day one
Since the first moment
His deep eyes
Caught yours and let go
You should
Have told him that you've
Loved him
Since the first vibration of
His cigarette sweet mumbled voice
In your ear
And he would have asked
"What's your name?"

You cannot spend more
than 5 hours
in my company.

It defies the laws of
nature, gravity, attraction
every ******* law
you can imagine.

You cannot pass the night
with me, even if
you try.

An internal timer
goes off
and suddenly it hurts
to lie in my arms.
It burns our skin
to touch.

Available
is simply
impossible.

It frustrates the Universe
for you and I
to be anything but
temporary.

Back home where the air
breathes impatient aromas
of the wild west

Back to the family who
can never love you
as much as they’ve missed you

How you doing?
Where you been?
It looks like no one has
moved, same old
they’re all wearing the
same outfit
as the day you left

But you disappeared
you were the étrangère
you drank their water
you made a new life
maybe it’s in the water

And when someone asks
How was it?
And you have no words
you have your skin
and where your skin has been

And when someone says
You’ve changed
don't forget
they haven’t seen miracles

Do the Christian thing
confound them while
they’re young.

Put God in the filing cabinet
that is the four-year-olds mind,
in the G’s right after
Easter bunny and just before
Love.

There is no work of fiction
where the answers will be found.
Do not waste this life trying
to turn the next one around.