Thursday, July 28, 2005


now I am twenty-
nine years old
the Virgin Mary
is sunning next to
a broken bough
incredibly uneventful
he thinks I have a
way with words
he got me a nice
lamp and some plants
I need to get those framed
massage lotions
phone messages
her poems like colloids
full of frozen gestures
dream scenes
the Columbus Zoo
he told me
he doesn’t think
we’ll ever
get back together
drive to work for a while

first published in can we have our ball back?