your mystery
August 18, 2006
i am torn between laughing at you or crying because i miss you.
last night’s vomit in a tupperware container says i can’t forget
and today’s lack of hunger repeats the chorus line and kick.
goddam you dear how i’ve struggled to erase our dance moves
still carved into the floor in three four rhythmic grooves.
but laughing at you because you are trying harder than i am.
he is in your head the savior i was as well before my egress.
coldy analytically emotionlessly i know this and am comforted.
goddam you stranger they’re the same fucked up hips swinging
feet tapping. and you think you’re such a goddam mystery.
