of monster crushes
I didn’t even finish
that thought
two movies of
I’m sucking
third Jim Carrey
of way too drunk
everything off and
under the covers
third week in a row
Friday ritual
today’s is made in
my very own cubicle
with a tall rectangle of
foggy bay
we broke the spell on
Saturday morning
he told me I had to
pick between the two
I just said with clarity
stop leading me on
if this one’s in Venice
the other’s in my bed
how to deal with
those kinds of hours
at the pizzeria where
the rumors progressed
he said who’s inside
of whom and then
writing doesn’t make me
feel much better
