not flying to Florida in tercets
reading fanzines
inside my blue pants
two-three days floored
so grouchy with no
long-term mercy
did he apologize via e-mail
nope
I know this makes no sense
I’ve been wondering
why so many youths and yet
no carrot cake
I write a few letters
now it’s the point at which
I pick up the pink duster
you’d think he’d have
sent me a message by now
listening to a Russian
hummingbird over that tree
like the helicopters over the
anti-war rally last weekend
I was there
make no bones about it
it’s cloudy now and
just when he decides
that he loves me there’s
too much cigarette smoke
