Calculated [a Haiku].

I steal you from her;

push your buttons with my lips,

reprogram your heart.

Out, damned spot.

You thrust through me—with with your thumbs pressed into my hips
My blood smears between my thighs,
onto the white towel,
I flip the picture frames on your headboard facedown.

When we’re done
I run my fingertips along the rack of her clothing in your room
and think what nice style she has.
You ask me if I want to clean off in the shower;
I think to myself
I don’t think that’s going to be enough.

Dark place.

I haven’t flossed in a while,

I tear the bills out of their envelopes

And leave them all over the apartment

Snarling at me in toothy stacks.

A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,

I think

It’s time to get out of here.

Morning light.

I am the white curtain,

you are the light

that passes through me—

without stopping.

Bourbon and Whiskey.

Jim sits next to Maker’s Mark

and Four Roses.

I sit next to—

no one.

Dinner [a Haiku].

We sit in silence,

You poke at peas with a fork,

I know we are done.

Wine and words.

October has been so uncharacteristically warm

on this blueblack night

tangled in reeds

and blankets on the beach,

salt spray and moon milk pouring over us;

words

fall from our mouths

as easily as the wine flows in;

sentences

punctuated by tannic kisses.

Burn, baby

You said you wanted someone to make you feel alive,

I wont apologize

for setting you on fire.

Attention from Strangers.

He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’

Yeah,

I thought,

and everything I don’t.

Phases.

I go through phases—
like the moon;
I think our love

is waning.