Thursday, March 12, 2009

Blue Face

I stole a leather jacket crawled peevishly into your bed

And waited for you to come back

from wherever you were.


I struck up conversation with you diary

Who as it turns out, has never met me before.


Your bookshelf isn’t as crowded as your shoe closet is


You’re happier than I am.


Blue Face

Back home in Fall

I’ll go around too.


I’m sorry. 

1 comment:

  1. ben this has such wonderful moments. you can create such a specific feeling and atmosphere in so few words. i love that about your writing.