BOFF KILL MARRY

IT'S WHERE YOU PICK THREE PEOPLE
AND DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH THEM

LET'S START WITH YOUR EXES

Poem 26

You and me, babe,
hand in hand, just like
heartburn and halitosis.

evening blues

silenced

before i could even speak

because our plans

became your plans

you only hear yourself

when you talk to me

, love

I have been irregular
   and you know.

I've seen your poems:

   (you will thrive
    In Green Pastures

Another time,
a blind man made mention
of the sound
of a skirt

and you could see me coming
all the light was in
Your Eyes