Chris is moving to LA.
and
asparagus weighs heavy in my gut.

you can only explain so much
to others
who do not see through your eyes
and
whose hearts do not beat

next to yours.


belly shirts.
smelly shoes.
corner bars. closed.

97 degrees
and
a fever
make you sweat through your sheets
and
wake up in the evening hours.


garlic knots
through a park
with the junkies
and the skaters
and
the love.