Thursday, August 4, 2016

NOT HOME

"I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"

-William Carlos Williams

1.

Gradually, you and I have grown 
to resemble

more and more the
grubby flies

that trespass against us here
whenever the 

heat in the alley runs 
high,

the way we 
keep stubbornly 

banging our heads 
to occupy 

one or another 
rented sets of rooms,

always condemned to eaves-
drop on 

groaning foreign
language histories of warm wood, 

always—only
coming

in
from the outside.

2.

Following several 
years of relentless shredding,

once in a while I'll
take a day

completely off
to try and

pull myself back
together,

but it's 
just so exhausting 

attempting to

make the splinters fit. 

3.

Goodness, gracious,
you say 

you wish
there was

something you could do 

to help me 
love you

the way 
I used 

to love you 
way back

then, 
which was, you

conclude—forever.

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