Friday, April 17, 2015


She would probably kill
for me: my feelings are too stupid for words
                               —Michael Malinowicz

It would quite logically flow that,
if yesterday actually occurred,
I wouldn’t be sitting here now
attempting to relay my story to you.

My recollection is hairy.  By which I
mean it's like a fogbank.  Fogbanklike.
And while the pieces each and all are
vague, it hurts not to think about it.

My head.  It hurts.  My head.   Not to.
Try to remember.  My stomach growls.
Is empty.  Like pop quizzes in Physical
Chemistry, Calculus, and Modern Design.

As I try to imagine you
Less I think of you more.
                               —Michael Malinowicz