listening to alain souchon 

while taking out the garbage 

seeing mom in my face 

thinking of this loneliness

 

apps and what you’re doing

and I’m not calling 

imaging another night 

a different body 

 

some promise 

of escape 

in the tightness 

of someone else  

 

there’s pizza left 

friends missing 

and that promise about 

yoga and starting 

the new life any time now