have you ever had anything
you wished
you could erase?

i feel like
sylvia.
my head
deep in an oven.



i can't remember anything.
that i was supposed to write here.




we will talk and talk
and
make love
like
it is the last time.

it was the last time, yesterday
and
the day before that.

waking up
with a nicotine patch
attached
to my arm.
keeping
the kitchen cabinets
wide open.
waiting for
our
24th.




our
last
night
in
brooklyn.