I have a friend there
ex lover really
who forever bore
the day
in her broken
place
She talked
in that cadence
of easy doom
down which
I impossibly fell
drinking lunch
skipping dinner
to make love
a 4 hour breakfast
after a 4 hour breakfast
in bed
never called it
fucking
always in the rain
For you
ballerina
this day
of elegiac gratitude
and pained
remembrance
30 August 2005
