Tuesday, March 13, 2012


In a hotel room on
an unusually mild night
for March, the room is stuffy
and the toilet tank fills too loudly,
but the state is mountainous, scenic,
with that big lake and this college

For a minute, you sleep,
and dreaming you write the first line
of something

I never asked her if she loved me back.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Visitor Map