December 30, 2010 1:00 am

Am sitting, as always
at the left edge of the couch
clutching my tall glass of water
forcing myself to drink
the weather is so dry out there
forcing myself to exist
the weather is so dry in winter.

December 30, 2010 1:13 am

Barely illuminated, I search
my dead grandmother’s eyes
for wisdom, familiarity
but they tell me I look like
the French side of the family
which in reality,
Never existed.

December 30, 2010 1:27 am

I smell too much like you
but it is late, I cannot stand
long enough to shower
without my knees buckling
my heart beats in sets of three
the doctors cannot fix it today
so, I am like another inch gone
at the rim of my water glass
******* to the jugular
of my feeble, thorough
existence.