Everyday ennui

Two young men
chat the domestic. They can’t
be older than me, by much.
Maybe they’re younger.

A dishwasher installed in a home
kitchen is the savior of one’s relationship. They both chuckle.

Gently talking shop (which is life, obviously) they seem so content.

One is doing yoga with his girlfriend, who is very serious; they talk
finances now, savings, insurance, rent — something I can’t make out.

I wish the world would swallow us all.

skulking around

contrary to koyczan’s theory,
people fall for each other at

vastly different speeds. you have
sudden crushes, minor collapses,
dead drops.

***

A skulk is a group of foxes.

***

through the door dungeon

a spider, a monkey, a holy spirit,
a man you once loved, and just
like,

a dungeon of doors.
metal, wood, metal
and wood; glass
even.

what a terrible adventure.

***

over & over again
is life
& off the swivel chair
into traffic & then back to the office
over & over again.

researching gold, the wiki
page is an information mine.

they say the element was
produced in a supernova:
nucleosynthesis. you know
those tiny dots in the sky?
the stars, silly. “don’t talk
about work

right now,” I’m not. but the stars.
that’s them colliding. dead stars.
ghost stars colliding.
& after,
the dust,
there’s gold in there.
“what?” she asked.

***

nothing leads to nothing

french holidays

happy easter, honey.

I hope your sister doesn’t get abused
by her husband, your brother-in-law.

hopefully you find some eggs today with
candy, and I hope your new boyfriend

likes going down on you, and you figure
out how to cum. later, I hope that when you get

pregnant it’s because you wanted to,
and not that your husband just really needed

a boy, (“and anyway, he travels so much!”)
and I hope labor is easy and there are

no complications. I hope your kids are great

and I hope that I never meet them.

it comes in threes

ugh, girl of some dreams
mirita. dressed up,

craiglist hookup

***

what a still night, what a weird still night
lightening right above you, that doesn’t happen
often.

why can’t I see you more?

the storm was all around us, but there was not wind.
the trees did not move. the light up above moved
that was all.

I think a tornado is coming.

***

writing stuff on a post-it
wasting time
waiting for the bathroom

a line of one:
that’s me.
you’re probably wondering
how I got here…

freeze frame,
(laughter)

haha, that was a good joke
–hope I don’t piss my pants–

sometimes things go in reverse.
sometimes the end was the beginning.

this is one of those times.

after the hiatus

would I wake up at 430 am to go meet you
at the gym at 530 am, in the rain, only to work
out for two hours and then part ways, just
a glance, and a wave, and a ‘bye’ (no hugs;
we’re both so sweaty) and then separate breakfasts
and then I’m thinking of you all day, and you
forget we had even worked out in the morning,
(even though you were the one who suggested it)
you’re just too busy with the plans for the ski
trip, which is understandable because it will be
very fun but needs a lot of pre-thought, and Chris
wants you to know he can’t make lunch but he’ll
see you tonight, and it’s almost 4 pm and I’m still
wondering when you got those new neon green and pink
sneakers and thinking about when I made that joke
about that sports anchor, and you laughed while on
the treadmill, and oh, god I need a shot of something?

yes, of course, I’m trying to keep up healthy habits these days.

Impossible blue clouds

“You’re kidding me” and “no, thanks,” are
her most favorite words, easily. Tom had

informed me prior to the get-together that she
was a killer at yoga; an absolute beast, he phrased

it, about. So she wore jeans and vest
that had to be nineties made, and it was hard to

avoid a glance at those toned, tan arms crossed,
attached to a hand attached to a drink. Her smile

is like a spring sky, with impossible blue clouds and
a variety of song birds about the trees. It makes me spit

my drink nearly, just conversing with her, and
every once

and again my eye line hits some angelic

angle: like on a titled-head laugh, or a superior wink,
or brief grin and brush of my arm with her hand.

shivers and slightly slitted lips, this meet up
has got me all mixed. mega waves hit me when she

grabbed my wrist, twisted my eyes into hers and said
“I have a storage unit I need to unpack; will you help me?”