When cool nights arrive, I'm
finally free
of the self-
assured afternoon's harsh
loneliness
and gloom—together we sigh
and crouch,
hang out high and munch
peanuts, and slink
like cowards
across the blue-
and-yellow-checkered couch—
for now,
I share this shitty apartment
with the irresolute
halfmoon—
and if I'm lucky at all,
when morning
comes, I
still do.
