Days when you come home
on thursday nights
with cigarettes in an elastic band
are like black sheep.
I count them when I fall asleep
and sometimes I lose track because
they all have blurred together.

I spoke to god, once—
and he told me
to never forget
the capital g.    / because
language exists everywhere

oops.

I woke up on your bathroom floor with linoleum lines in my cheek.
If language exists everywhere
why did you never speak to me
when you came home
on thursday nights
with cigarettes in
an elastic
band.