... writing poems in shower in... it’s own quiet way - like
what am i doing -
... with my time -------
i’m reading and uh,
responding...
i’m just thinking

in the interest of self-correcting
(i hate multitasking)
i drink two beers and then -

then -  i have coffee

“i am married to my work,”
i think
while i ignore the dog

by nature, i’m tired
but built for sin

well -
well -
well -

*

you are a rotisserie chicken,
i tell you -

you
glisten golden and
sweat delicious tender

you
nude on the beach
and
i think of food instead

*

i’m with you in a one-bedroom apartment
where we hug and kiss the puppy
under our bedsheets

the united states of the dog
that barks all night
and wont let us sleep

*

i can move all the furniture
by myself

i’m sick of weddings, caterings,
unloading jeeps,
ordering paper

i wanted to die
documenting a war zone