I just woke up. Sitting in the silence while everybody else is asleep. After I write this, I will get up and smoke outside. And then I’ll go back to the way things were before things fell apart last week.
It will be Herculean, but I will pull myself together.
Looking at Pictures to Be Put Away
Who was this girl
In her white night gown
Clutching a pair of jeans
On a foggy redwood deck.
She looks up at me tender,
What will we remember
Bodied thick with food and lovers
After twenty years.