there on the third floor
where we
believed in nothing
said she was engaged
while she got undressed
and i remember that her
pantslaced up the sides
eight o’clock in the
pouring rain, but i
forget if it was spring
or fall
i knew my father was
still alive, that i was
paying $320 a month for
these twosmall rooms
i knew that i still loved
her
was sick with it
four years now of
scraping my wrists
over jagged glass, of putting
my fists throughunadorned walls, of waiting for the phone
to ring
four years now of simple
regret
shot through with fearand i remember the silence we invented
held it like a sustained
note, like
wind through an empty
house,midnight and then one and then two
four o’clock in the
morning and
she said i have to go andthat was it
got dressed, drove her
back to her car,
head foggy with lack of
sleep,taste of ashes in my mouth,
of cold metal and rust,
and she looked at me like i was a
stranger, and i was
opened the door, said
good-bye
and the rain kept falling
the starving
continued to starve
nothing you’d ever notice
with
your eyes closed
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