Saturday, November 11, 2006


I'm waiting for my clothes to dry
With the television on mute.
I'm pale and tired.
The woman upstairs is moving furniture
And it leaves me on edge.
I should straighten things up
Around here
I say out loud
As I drop my t-shirt on the floor and
Step into the shower.
I think of the other night
Sitting with him on the couch
Watching him watch the news.
I wonder if I've lost my voice.
To prove to you that I haven't
I write this while I wait
For him to pick me up.
Maybe tonight
I'll drink more wine than I should
To prove to myself
That I'm still here.

1 comment:

Lx said...

the shower scene...mmmmmm