Saturday, January 30, 2010

Three Short Poems

"Sleeper"

A poem without vowels
is just "pm."

There's no significance there,
maybe,
but I get really poetic
in my sleep.


"What's Killing Me"

Daily, I think about the ride
I didn't take,
the cab I didn't share,

the love I didn't fake.

I have a terrible personality
or a yeast infection.


"Small Addictions"

Going was always enough—
to bed, away,
on vacation, eight days

come home, run the machine
for messages.

Going was always enough to carve
a pit in my stomach
and put my friends there.