his wife upstairs with the boys
sends hate through the floor in her sleep
i am gathering all the things i have left behind
on previous visits; soggy shoes an old coat
a purse with a smelly glass pipe
if it be the last time let it be the best
the snow has just begun to melt
but in the car this wild look comes over him
he bends to kiss me and says let’s go
the words are a fire escape
oh he’s been burning for so long
we attend to supplies
hand on waist above feet on linoleum
under grocery store gleam-lights
all sparkles in the dusk somehow
twinkling along with my stomach
there’s someone i
should call hey uh just checking
i know decisively
if he hears he’ll change his mind
after all it’s not about me
it’s about time and distance
my body a symbol of both
crashing like a cymbal
she finds us of course
and lo there is much screaming
adamant and sorrowful and furious
o & i stand & deliver
did we kiss again? it’s lost
on waking
mattress dungeon 