April 9, 2016

I was busy today, so I'm late posting. An older thought today.

(You want a) Divorce

I grab your wrist

under never-ending dinosaur-movie skies.

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

Dancing in the dark of

crisp November nights,

hidden from others by pine cones,

I slap your face.

You want to end it.

It’s not your money I want,

it’s you.

As raindrops drown my heart,

your tears blend in and

I break down,

consummated in

pain.

[© 1999]