unravel
08/11/2008 10:10 p.m.
post-thunderstorm
the clouds exit single file
as the steam from the pavement
lingers

downtown the smell of
laundry and
hot garbage
kisses the wet august air

the men stand on the corners
of the streets
their mouths silent but
their eyes deafening
as i pass

[men are stupid, they have no idea]

in my solitude i try to silence
my inner monologue
but you know things are bad
when you can't listen to
the sound of a dog barking
without feeling yourself unravel