18 light gray spots of chipped paint
the germs in the light trying to reach for the ceiling fan
please do not put cat on the piano.
the infiltrating music from the front bar
where am i?
LES. attorney street.
but really, where am i?
i wore too much eye make-up.
because i knew it would keep me from crying.
i hate squatting.
i love him.
with his hair parted on the side.
and his friends with their pill problems and baldness.
one act plays that drag on forever.
i am not strong.
i lay a box full of memories upon my kitchen table.
next to his beer.
this is my proof.