He called me.
I listened to him
as he leaves
me a message
on the house phone.

"Hey, I know
that we aren't really
talking anymore but.
I miss you.
Call-"

I picked up the pone.
Just to listen to him
say, "Hello.
Hello.
Marie?"

Before he sighed
and hung up. I just
needed to hear my
name rattle through
the case of his mouth
and hit me.

I think I miss him.
But I can't be sure.
I think I just
miss the way
rings me.

Death by elephant:
they said I tasted
just like chicken.

I
am
only
a
fact
when
my
existence
hums
beneath
the
felt tip
of your
fingers,
your hands
lingering
above
my
chestnut
skin,
have
I
become
a
fact
of
life?
I only
come
into
existence
when
you've
made
me a
fact
of
your
life.

earlier today
i was alone up
on skyline reading
a book by haruki
murakami for
four hours and
the rain came and
went twice with
a rainbow that
would move paces
out against the town
and people moved up and
down the mountain
pausing for a smoke
and leaving with
their windows rolled
up, I cried a couple
times without knowing
why.