this morning now-
          only a few hours past
since i lay gutless
across my bed

My stomach mangled
          -spewed next to me
on the floor for the world to see
          
          -[or at least for my dog to chew
          and eat]

still, in my [-e]motions
my mind did all the work

PUZZLING over each and every
tiny *******
word

here i am
          again
grey-haired and numb
pinned up on a clothesline
          wet & rung

playing with myself again

          [pretending there's no such thing
          as you]

resting in the morning heat
drowning in the mourning
          dew.//