February 6, 2012

“Compared to this place hell is a four-star hotel,”

She said and I nodded my agreement and added,

“The Republican debate is a badly-written, post-apocalyptic play.”

But she couldn’t hear me over the men hydrofracking away

The days, and like grown-up teeth these are the last of the days we have

The sun seeps in through my eyelids now as I walk with my eyes closed

And if anybody’s staring I don’t know it.

 …

But I know perfectly well about the birds like ornaments

On the brambles and the hawk’s carcass that’s been in one piece

By the roadside for more than a week now.

I know perfectly well that there are two ways for smart women

Two occupy this world:

To be cynical and celibate

Or hyper-affectionate.

 …

(I tend to alternate between the two).

 …

And she and I laughed and asked each other who we were trying to impress

 …

Then we laughed again because neither of us had an answer.