she's brilliant
and I know
I'm in trouble
the last poem
I wrote
and she never
responded
because the
last poem
before that
was meant to
convey Love
but somehow
I mentioned
the holocaust
of which she's
a third generation
survivor
and now my
poems are tainted
with the blood
and ******
I'm reminded
I'm off kilter
maybe I'll
leave her lonely
and that'll fix her
I'm not being
spoken to
anymore
but in a
moment or two
I'll be reminded
with another fixture
for my attachment
that I'm a ***** loose
neighborhood
of abandoned houses