If it rains tonight,
I see no reason to stay in.
We have nothing to lose in this storm.

A drop in a few degrees will only
numb us more.
To you, of course
making all of the sense
out of muscles
and tightly tied boots.

If it‘s been fixed, I will break it.
Once again a burden,
asked to come home late.

You are so furious
how could I be so careless
to rip off that door,
decades old and rotted
in our kitchen.

Did you not put your fist through one,
a screwdriver through another?

Insisting these things never belonged to us.
Why are you so upset,
so I can spend my evening at a crawl?
Being wasteful,
all these scribbles I say are so genuine.
They are bricks, cemented
unlike anything else.

Don’t attempt to uncross these arms,
I can’t afford to take the edge off anymore.
I can‘t stand another ugly morning after.

When my mind is not on the T.V
but stuck in the space between blinds,
don’t inch your way in.
The mumble I give has been perfected,
it’s automatic now.

04/02/2005

Posted on 04/02/2005
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