smoking them all. He smoked me
we wrote this poem together, it crept down to the corner of the table
& my script, my script I couldn't see with one eye
but it's legible
So I have this porch, this balcony
the Smoker's Balcony
My Balcony
Sparkle Porch
and I have bsu sweatpants
and a navy wool coat
and the baby blanket
and brown leather moccasins
(beaded, of course)
and this forever collie
and a cocktail
(in a cool GLASS)
& I'm saying goodbye
to a thing that isn't a secret thing
but the goodbye has to be secret. If I go on giving it up, what will I have to tell them I've proved?
(and by them) I really mean me & all of the mes in me
goodnight see you tomorrow
