p: 09.25.02

spine curves like a road beneath me
why does your back remind me of home?

voice hangs in the air like that question
as i rub your skin with small hands

p: 09.25.01

four quarters in a dollar
four dollars in a latte

sip it for four minutes
while you tell me how tough your life is

it's fortunate you're able to ignore
that hobo with the empty starbucks cup

p: 09.21.01

You can't own a cat.

She'll slip mercurial
through your grappled arms
and hiss into silent memory
before you know she's gone.