virtual
not
really a poem

this place
where
everybody’s gay
I am
a lesbian
yeah
I know

virtual
like a poem

kisses my
forehead
because
it’s the mind
and the eye
and parts
of everything
else

maybe
everything forgotten
is
written down on
paper
so
we won’t forget

they said
they had god
they said
on hold
while
we buy
a few more
television stations

do not wait
call now
get it
over
be done
move on
stumble
into the future

she
would tolerate
my
drug usage

do you
have any

between her
purse
and the truck
a large pharmacy

“house calls”
she
said

In
one of your tears
was
a story
it
hit the ground
got told

 

in the sun

in this window

in the cats

eyes

 

another

terror filled

heart warming

adventure

 

another day

 

I hope you find

your fucking way.that is

it.find your way.use

poems.they do not care.

they will help.oh yeah.

and do not ever forget.

your only job ends.

the rest is kindness and

sorrow.