At 6:30 they
awake to find I’m still up.
The curse of deadlines.
Can’t sleep 6
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At 6:30 they
awake to find I’m still up.
The curse of deadlines.
Today computers
obsess me. (I must go back
to baking cookies.)
Tomorrow she takes
a test that may very well
determine her life.
“Playing with Fire” as
Bride of Frankenstein? Perfect
role for Halloween.
She bleeds from her mouth.
Says she feels like vomiting.
Just a blood capsule.
After the play they
go out to eat popcorn drink
beer with makeup on.
When you’re not here we
skip dinner, fall asleep with
the TV still on.
We’ve shut the windows.
Pulled out sweaters, pulled on socks.
A fall admission.
Again you’re staying
up late. God forbid you should
worry about me.
Contentment is the
sound of a dog on a couch,
snoring with gusto