Getting out the rat race
How are you in yourself,
mate.
Who’s gonna love me like
she did, mate.
Talked about the last time
we talked and what we
talked about.
How we agreed it’s best
we don’t talk so we’re
not talking now.
Still have a lot of time for
each other.
A lot of respect there for
each other.
I said I’d admit I’m hurt
without her.
They tell me stories
they’ve told each other
plenty of times.
I get the redrafts
re-run punch-lines.
They laugh every time.
Who’s gonna make me
laugh like that again,
mate.
Confetti.
1,
Before confronting your body
We looked around the bed, as if
The condom was an earring
That rolled off a bedside table
I ask you to spread your legs
You ask if I feel anything.
My fingers keep searching:
An upside down
Deep-sea diver.
Knuckles pressed, two fingers,
there it is. A magician
asking the audience
“is this your card?”
Palms on my temple
For being a good boy.
I consider putting my fingers back
to bury the quiet gentleness
With the intensity we expect.