It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
Ending
3
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
“There’s always rain at
the most appropriate times
in my life,” he wrote.
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
When her voice leaves her
body, recorded, it’s a
stranger who comes out.
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
for Cathy
Too sick for green beer
she stayed home, watched bad films of
leprechaun horror.
Late night TV a
wonderland of fast money
junkyard of trashed dreams.