piled up above his brow
leaks lines upon his
coffee streaks down my blouse, i missed my mouth.
stains. "i bought a new slip today,"
to impress you in, she says. all but
ruined by wrinkles now -
the cat slept upon it.
impossible to arouse anger, however,
(such a beast of innocence).
locked glance across the street.
go home, slide off shoes, puddles
below your toes, surely.
peel your clothes of gauze off;
drape by heater.
(hopefully the furnace is working today).
jealous of the, longing for the
love we used to, brush
against you. have now
m e r e l y o n l y j e a l o u s y:
skin we used to know.