i wish i had wings.
and
the heart of a child.

coming home
to an empty apartment
with
open cabinet doors
and
shower curtain.

don't you know
that
towel is for show?



the smell of death
and
nag champa
and
the empty space
where
your suitcase once
lay.


a forgotten toothbrush.

and a string of yarn
in
the
shape of a heart.


a note.
in pencil.


on our backs.



meet me in chicago.
or austin.
or
west islip, ny.




love me in the spring time.




that's where i'll be waiting.