The thirst that grabs
me
by the throat every morning
depicts
my lack of gushing desire
from you.

I groggily stumble out
from under the plethora
of blankets and pillows
to the bathroom.
one eye opened
as if to inspect
the world.

The hot water runs down my back
washing suds and daydreams
down
t
h
e
drain.

Before i leave my stoop
i sit solemn enjoying the buzz
from my menthol cigarette
that smells exactly like the
gum you were chewing
the last time we
KISSED.

09/18/2008