do you remember the last time
you saw him
do you remember the last time he was inside you
the good ones i always do
i think about those last times more
than the first times
more than the best times.
did you throw everything away
or is it in a box hidden
where do you keep that box
is it up in the garage, on the tallest shelf, hidden behind
a huge plastic bin full of unsorted lego parts
enough parts to make a space ship or the sphinx or a sofa
or is it in plain sight.
i think about the seconds of flowers
and if there is still an extra mattress stowing away in yr room.
did yr cat ever come home?
do you still wear the dress with the sunflowers on it?
orange is the way i felt about you
twelve days later, there was nothing left but
a wilted bundle of carnations, bloody socks
and two pennies facing up
jean paul sarte was obsessed with crabs
grotesque sea spiders
combing their hair
i am a banshee dressed in lace,
feigning their best behavior
trying to be sold