for all this lack of light,
it's a surprise i can't see. you
used to glow

wake up to find
the windows open
and a cool breeze
in your place
ashes in the tray
and they're cold
breathing slows, stills

#1

what else is in my closet
but the things i’ll never wear again?
i’ve said before
that green is not my color

it reminds me of her
and the way her eyes sparkled
i hate, hate, hate green
it reminds me of how i never win

not with these odds
not with these friends
not with this frown
and certainly not with that damned shirt

lost for words; went like
this: “whatever, whatever, whatever.”
very poetic.

#2

i don’t like the sidelines
or growing procumbent and
rootless, aims unobserved.

#3

everything is still in the period
that follows our follies; it must be.

#4

“are we well?” you ask.
aren't we?