Thursday, September 02, 2010

mccxli

Look who’s pining.   Him,
happiness.   I came home

smiling.   One more thing
on top of the night.   He

calls.   He’s finished his
shift and clearly unnerved

at my ignorance.   He walks
us out the door, maybe

smiling a little.   I say
nothing but a little

voice mail.   I’m
glad he seems OK.

But even a wisp of a
feeling can be messy.

Check my pulse but feel a
nerve, a tinkle of memory

that gropes me in an old
elevator.   A bouquet

dangles and SLAM!
against the cage with a

bucket of teeth.   That
old familiar feeling

and I’m back at the
arcade, slow to

swallow another
filthy quarter.