Late Again

Balance is

beginning to seem impossible

the weight is always shifting

compensate for the new

steady for a moment

a new brick resets the equilibrium

scratch

back to zero

like a puzzle missing pieces

or maybe the pieces are there

but they don't fit

or you don't see the connection

skewed lean

recalibrate

cellos hum disappointment

sit back and watch

don't interfere

don't touch

just be a witness

or intervene

stand up

sit down

reduce
reuse
recycle

the hours will come back
but the time spent is permanent

miles on your odometer

time deducted from your clock

these hands only move one way

never backwards

always forwards

do not go straight

go forward




where have all the ______ gone?


I will be the acolyte

teach me
guide me
instruct me

but don't give me answers

that is the only rule

that is my task



always fall back

if you are caught
you are fortunate
if you crash


it is inevitable

Io Sono Finito

Perdonarmi

Lipstick and Vodka

I leave her naked on the bed with the sheets barely covering her body. Her was face burrowed in a pillow exhausted and breathing loudly. I take a deep breath and my lungs fill softly with the scent of our sex in the air. I kiss her foot and put on my shirt. She tosses in bed and slightly wakes up.

“What are you doing?” she asks me. I hush her and continue to get dressed.

We met in the bar about 5 hours ago and I’m still debating if what happened was a mistake. I place the note on the nightstand, pick up my purse, and leave the motel.

I want to feel upset. When she wakes up she will be alone.
It was her first time, and for the two of us it was our last.

I left my stockings in on the chair, but I didn’t turn back.