Crossing My Words
Suicide Letter Because
Sky's Gone Out
Mourns A Dead
you were gone when
i came home--your clothes neatly folded on the bed waiting to be
put away and your light still glaring over the open bottle of hand
lotion glaring over the stack of old porno magazines in the corner.
your towel still clung morning damp to the bathroom wall and your
razor shaving cream toothpaste lay forgotten on the vanity--the
water was still warm and sweating post sex drip as it ran over onto
the carpet in tiny metallic streams. you had left no note no farewells
no see-you-later in the nonchalant red pool of the bathtub.