Wednesday, January 3, 2024


I suppose it’s cruel 
of me to 
hide the homemade 

smile I used to use 
to move you 

from dubious 
to close to me. But then,

even the frayed 
ends of this 
chase require fuel. 

Alone at the finish (my having, 
at last,  
won the race)

with my bare 
face pressed against 
the glass 

that overlooks 
the cage you once named 
your favorite place, 

I think it's safe 
to admit 

to the silent 
pool of frosty gray 

that you've 
long since 
stopped chasing me anyway,

and I've 
long since lost 
my cool.