An Answer. A Truth.

She was crying in the bathroom and there
was nothing I could do. I stood in the hall
and listened. After some time it grew quiet.
I was sitting on the floor with my back against
the door. I felt tired. I felt old. How long
were we destined to do this? How much failure
and heartbreak are we meant to take in one life?
There is an answer to that last question. Tell me
nothing. I don't want to know.

Second Hand History

wrenched out teeth

healed up gums

a bite that leaves

saliva on the arm.

Hope and Disappointment

Disappointment waits for Hope.
Hope is always tardy.
When Hope shows up
its too late in the evening
to go anywhere.
Disappointment sighs.
They fight and agree
to stay at his apartment
and watch a movie.