TWENT-SIX

In between the holidays
I studied
the back of my hand
and watched
the patch of hair
below my pinkie finger
expand

Broken promises/bloody nose

There's a scab inside my nose.
Each day the promise I make to myself not to pick it
is a broken one by 10 in the morning.

Los Roqueros

eh

Do you ever wonder where I fit in
with your life with him?
Because I wonder about that, when I'm with her.
I wonder about you.

I know it sounds like I'm scattered
but believe me,
when I'm not around you,
it's worse.
When I'm with you,
my thoughts are clearer.
I can say what I want to say.

I just want to know what it would be like to get enough of you
Fifty days
on a desert island.
I just want to know.

incomplete

i think i got distracted
by what i'm not sure
due dates
tiredness
sexiness
inappropriateness
drunkeness
all of the above

Excess of Answers

Always, everyone is left with something.
I have the glasses of a suicide. No
feeling funny, hear? No questions.
What was. There's not a meaning--
no one dies why. Life is what matters,
and that's subjective and dynamic.

Bah. Hambug. We talk and talk
and eat. Same curtains, new room.
The food is confusing. The restaurant
is confused. It wants to be two
other restaurants. Leather on the tables.
Plants in the bathrooms.

Life is like a garden. You find a packet of
seeds. Unmarked. You plant them.
They pullulate and turn out to be
something that could get you in
a lot of trouble. Get as tough as you can.
There's no way to plan. And

hindsight is always always 20/20, especially
when you work in an optical store.
Slivers of metal in all of my fingers.
Damn right they hurt and damn! the projects
end awry. Could be that I could find a better
show of self to admire. Oh herbs and organization.