another stupid poem
You’ll be gone for three months…
I’m going to miss you so much.
In the doorway.
There but not quite
I see them lay on the air mattress. Just the tops
of their heads and arms. Just their
eyelashes and noses. Just
red short-sleeve shirts.
(This is in calcuable distance)
Aligning my feet with the familiar cracks
I step away
where the floor is quiet.
And I sit on the couch. Fingers rubbing the suede
Eventually, rubbing the split ends of every
strand of hair.
(cry & whisper)
I watch my dog under a lamplight,
gentle rise and fall
of a white & black
in a white & black
(gentle rise and fall)