Nobody ever told me
the morning feels better...
The bruises are
disappearing...
I show my students
the experiment of mixing...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
Our neighbor's infant
is screaming...
"Wait for me
outside the school...
I wonder if death
takes us to the sun...
This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...
Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...
Stay still.
Choose a steady wall, a corner...
I smile to myself remembering
that one time I convinced you to taste...
Warning:
A long, personal poem...