I'm up too late again
I know that bad things happen
when I'm up too late.

I sign on to see if you're around,
one last peek if you've created anything--
these are things I tell myself,
like an addict,
not admitting what I'm here for
until I've got it-
in my hands, under my
tongue, stuck up
underneath
the thin skin above my
elbow.
I've got your past
up my nose,
filtered only through dollar bills- cheap
like I feel
or cheaper.
I am trembling in the dark
trying not to
cry until
I realize you
are on the other end of the line.

04/26/2008

Posted on 04/26/2008
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