Monday, February 07, 2011


I can pretend better than you can.

I am back in my own person
and you have absolutely flipped.

Clean the apartment.   Mash
potatoes.   Go to the bathroom
that never ages.

You deplete the wealth of your
elders while I dance.

Dust the settee.   Decide to
see other people
on television.

I am prescription-free
anxiety and you are lying
on a pile of Soho boas,