Over.
had a girl
break up
w/ me b/c
i didn't know
what i wanted.
that was enough.
the last time we fucked
i was on top --
no, she was,
pink t-shirt on,
the highway roar
mistaken for ocean
on the landward side
of her parents' condo...
(the list of what i can't
remember is long, but i
don't know where to start)
i was fucked up.
i laid with her dad on the floor.
he was stretching his back
and i played along.
her mom asked me,
what's a samovar?
(she was reading C&P by Fyodor)
i thought it was a kind of sword.
she looked it up. i was wrong.
she snipped the string neatly,
a 12-word letter from chicago:
i think we should break up;
you don't know what you want.
i laughed out loud--
the truth hurts,
but not a whole
lot.
nov 20 2002
seattle