Evening
The meal was good.
I liked the strawberries
with whipped cream
that melted in our mouths.
And the beef—sliced just right!
Its aroma faintly coloring the room
like home.
Baked potatoes.
Hot. The butter melted and ran
through the cracks and crevasses of the
open vegetable.
Salad, croutons, and french dressing topped it off well,
and light bread rolls crumbled as we placed them
in our mouths.
The meal was good.
The night—exquisite.
It wasn’t that we did much. We didn’t.
We barely got past talking about
everybody we used to know.
Then a sitcom, that wasn’t very good.
And then you had to leave.
and since it was your apartment, so did I.
I went first, fortunately.
You had to change, so we said goodbye
maybe just a little awkwardly.
I walked down the stairs
down, five floors all the
way to the first.
No exit. Go left. Go right.
No exit.
Before I lost myself further, I retraced
my steps all the way back to you.
You showed me the way
and I left in the night
glad I had been invited.
Night
Freebosh kebin
dornal trad farn
tebbie doe
poddentine
lef kal sin can go
??
Daytime
Now??
What was I thinking of?
I can’t do this.
In 2 weeks we’ll be gone.
forever.
Is it worth it?
walking aimlessly
God, i do not understand.
past streets and people
what was SHE thinking of?
onto grass, behind buildings
We need ESP to know everything we need to know.
a small copse of trees, splotches of sunlight.
what if—?
a fence. dead end. turn around
Oh, what the hell.
Abstract (A Love Poem)
Sunlight reflects in her eyes
Rolling down her hair
swirling about her smile
and highlighting the curves of her body
what else need be said?
