You were made for loving me.
—KISS
It was a couple of months
before I even realized that
he was living here with me
(It had been a rough couple
of years). Can this even be
correct? Is it summary or
pretext? Yeah. It’d been
a really lousy couple of
years, the existence of
which I’d never have
even begun to wrap
my head around,
until then, the couple
of years that lasted
at least a decade,
(and not in a good,
way).... He always
had to stop at cross-
walks—to either
wait for the green
pedestrian sign
or else to wait
for passersby
to stop and wait
with him. I write
to total strangers
every day. No-
body seems to
mind. But if
caught talking
to myself, or my
computer, or to
a washing ma-
chine, he always
continues. Often
so abruptly that
I’m startled.
Yesterday
I checked out
(tune in tomorrow for my demise)
