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.

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