Ideas of Light and Stone #3
Did you not receive my many messages,
the self-improvement tapes I shipped just days
after we met, standing in line at the department
of human resources?  If it was a matter of just
missing each other, I know you'd understand,
but we share the same office space, even the same
video store, of our last offense.  I fear I have nothing
left to return, shaking my head, pulling off the bed-
clothes and pressing them into the hamper,
lighting another match.  I can't even walk across
the street to see you, lights flickering, an impenetrable
breeze, both of which have been known as arrows
to the heart.  It could be a case of the dropped plate. Unrequieted love was a short circuit, you foresaw.
The gully that had not been there the moment
before and then the lawyers.  If you ask it,
I'll reboot.  The connection lost under a new
driveway.  You had asked to be plain-spoken
for christmas, but instead you got a slingshot.
Many faces were rearranged.
2003.  New Jersey