Sometimes I think
you think that I’m kidding
when I say that I hate you
Breath abated/still I waited/ drizzle pounding /now surrounding /me is sea/ infinity /of the plea/ you got from me
Carbon copy /disk is floppy/ things with wings/ they fly he caught me/ in a grip a tight as gold/ on a finger turning cold
I gave away your perfume to that crazy girl
he said/ looking at the ceiling/ I don't know
why i do these things. I picked up a piece of
his bread and buttered it like it were my
One Mahogany mirror
Some dishes. End table.
Futon. Books assorted.